Crazy Ass Space Battle One Shot
(Exactly what it says on the tin)
It had long since come to a time in General Faeria Longse’s life, that when it came to actual work in the field, she could afford to be picky. Yes, the woman was technically- by stretches of the definition highbloods were awarded- still in active service. This took the form of an on planet alternian strategist she had employed to monitor urgent fleet situations and try to find ones for her that were “interesting” as Faeria tolerated no other kind of military encounter. She looked at battles teetering on the edge of win or lose as nothing other than logic puzzles it kept her mind sharp to solve. Her email would pile up with reports of distant fleet movements, most of which she would respond to with brief consultations, always beginning the same way.
“Too easy, circle back to the asteroid belt and draw them into delta 63.”
“Too easy, pull back fighters into moon orbit for cover & capture & trojan local supply line.”
“Too easy, Sun Tzu 3.17”
“Too easy, target 175.867 & 321.489”
“Too easy, external heat could burst the carbon canisters. Pull back tanks & have small fighters consolidate fire.”
Very rarely, only when coming across something especially fanciful, would the general type a simple-
“OK. brt.”
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You always thought you would die young. At some point, for an amount of time you found difficult to determine, life had become a staircase that you fell down from hit to hit, that only involved brief moments of meaning and sobriety and clarity. Life had tested you, you got by by the skin of your teeth. You went all in gambling your life and constantly rolled those dice in endless pursuit of a bigger payoff. You have made your way out of a car trunk with a shiv fashioned from a binder clip. You had once stolen narcotics from a purpleblood by hacking and deleting the attempt limit on his touchpad and physically inputting every possible number from 000-4903. You once fashioned a pipe out of a hollowed out flashlight in a dark locked janitor's closet. Were you rational, reasonable, smart, in these moments? No. But you got the job done.
Your name is Noreko Oculus, and 2 sweeps ago, you were picked off a street corner and forcibly enlisted as a low level fighter pilot in the alternian fleet. This new career path has very much conflicted with your previous life goals of having a good time not a long time. You are standing in a hallway near the tiny hanger bay of your minor vessel, with three other pilots waiting for a mission briefing.
“You should stand up straighter” Says the man next to you, noting the relaxed way in which you were poised. You fix him with a long, exasperated stare before turning your head back forward.
“Sergeant Asperc is gonna yell at you again” He warns.
“Watch as my spine irons out the moment he enters the room in awe.” You retort. “Until then I’m not on the clock.” You say, glancing towards the leftmost door.
“You know, standing up straight,” he continues. “It’s better for you.”
And you frown, because coincidentally, those are your least favorite four words in the standard dictionary when arranged in that order.
The door opens, and it is not your sergeant who exits it, but you straighten your back reflexively anyway, because it's a seadweller. She’s short, but in a uniform of incredibly high rank. She doesn’t look at any of you, but instead stops midway through the hallway, to look out the window at the tiny, pinpoint green dots of the enemy’s ship in the distance. You have a great view of the back of her head, and notice the strange stiff lines of discoloration and decay on her horns. What could cause something like that? You think momentarily of scars on your body from picked skin on bad trips.
“Okay,” Says General Faeria Longse. “How do you destroy an enemy ship that has no structural integrity comprehensible to us?” She says.
You pause, along with your fellow soldiers, wondering if this is a rhetorical question. You do not often get consulted in strategy, despite it being a mandatory academy class. You did not often receive more complicated instructions than ‘Bring Thing 1 to Place B’ or ‘Take Down That Ship’. The tiny, barely-room-to-turn-around-in fighters they give to mutants like you are frail and expendable.
“Any guesses?” She says, finally, and the other soldiers look away nervously.
“With four B6I Fighter Pods?” You guess, because someone has to say something. Faeria laughs, but it is an unsettling sound.
“Yes. But also no.” She says. “The aliens have constructed a ship purely out of some kind of bacteria-filled slime. It absorbs and reforms around most physical firepower. Our lasers don’t pack enough heat to evaporate it because of its high boiling point. It’s just so slightly faster than the main ship, and if we lean even slightly below max speed we’ll lose it. It’s fifty miles away.” She lists. “Any guesses?”
“We poison it?” Another girl tried timidly, having recognized Faeria and remembered her ancestor name.
“If only,” The general sighs. “We know incredibly little about the aliens within it, side them being only about two inches tall. We have no captives or dead to autopsy to determine if they even have something close to a digestive system. Figuring out if they can be poisoned and how to poison them would take more time than we have. And we have close to no time. Because in a million lightyears, or three hours at this pace, they’ll be out of alternian territory. And within range of their allies, which they can immediately send a distress beacon for reinforcements. No more guesses.” She decides, abruptly.
“You’re not smart enough to figure it out. If we can’t set fire to the ship itself. We’re gonna set fire to something else directly beneath it, where it can’t use its slime to absorb or put out missiles. Which one of you has lost the most fleet battles?”
The other three trolls around you shuffle nervously, and accidentally, all three of them glance at you at once. Figures. The general watches this happen in the window's reflection, and finally, turns around to greet you.
“Hello!” She says, leaning forward to read your name tag. Too close, you think. She smells bitterly of plastic and chemicals. More cleaning supply than troll. It’s unsettling.
“Vice Assistant Extended Training Probation Lieutenant Noreko Oculus?” She says, and you salute.
“I have a special job for you. We’re gonna get rid of one of your oxygen canisters and replace it with a bomb. You’re gonna fly out there in your B6I Fighter Pod, and you’re going to go under the alien ship and lock steady with it. The other three pods will fire upon you from three directions, and it will cause an explosion hot enough to boil the slime and evaporate it into gas, killing all the aliens.”
“M’am. You must be confused.” The soldier farthest from you stutters. “The B6I Fighter doesn’t have an ejection pod.” Which is true. It saves the fleet money to cut such corners.
“Ejection pods are for officers who win fleet battles.” She says, gesturing to the hanger.
“Couldn’t we have autopilot fly an empty ship there?” Another soldier tries.
“Are you the fucking general?” She says, reprimanding him for speaking out. “And no. Not if the ship starts maneuvering complicatedly. We need troll eyes to get it there. Well? Everyone understand? We have three hours. Positions!”
“You expect me to suicide bomb that shit?” You say.
“Yes” The general says, patting your back in a way that would be reassuring were she not a strange, disgusting hollowed out vessel of a troll seemingly incapable of natural emotion. “Or I’ll activate the fleet tracker embedded in your arm and use it to kill you. And you need to stand up more straight.” She says, giving you a thumbs up as she walks backwards out of the bay. You have met a lot of evil, desperate and inconceivable people in your time in the army. But this takes the cake.
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For much of your youth, you had simultaneously thought yourself vulnerable and invincible. You had an incredibly high tolerance for many things. Pain. Alcohol. Most drugs. But there has to be somewhere you draw the line, right?
You aren’t… going to kill yourself.
You are barely given time to think about it. The other pods are already taking off. You know you’re even more outnumbered in the hanger bay. So you follow them. You could try and run and hide but even if you got rid of the tracker somehow, you only had one canister of oxygen. You would run out in a few hours. There has to be a way out. Slowly, you lower one hand off the wheel, slightly to the left. The only spot in the pod that is not visible from its camera. You had perfectly obscured it, when you first hacked your pod's smoke detectors, so you could smoke cigarettes on duty without your superiors noticing. You flick open a pocket knife, glancing down at your arm. That tracker she described- you have to get it out and destroy it. Without alerting your boss watching you on camera. One handed. With a pocketknife.
Oh well. You have had worse nights. You sneakily take a painkiller or two disguised in a sip of water. And start at it. There is some crying, but it wouldn't necessarily blow your cover. You are supposed to be flying to your death, you’ve earned it. About twenty minutes, and a lot of incorrect lacerations later, you have it. You crush it with the knife, over and over again. Until it's hopefully no longer working. Okay. What now?
Come on. Think about this. Sure, you did not win a lot of battles. But only because you didn’t care. Sure, you did not have much of a life to return to or look forward to. Your tiny cot on the mainship is populated mostly with ship manuals and dirty magazines. But you are not unintelligent. In fact, when given a puzzle like a locked box of vicodin or a med bay computer system you became temporarily the smartest troll in the universe for incredibly short periods of time. Desperation is a hell of a chemical. If you can falsify records of fake injuries and disorders requiring prescriptions, if you can synthesize recreational substances from several mundane medications in a homemade chem lab in a ship storage bay, if you can survive this world this long when everything around you including your own body wants you dead, you can outthink that tiny bitch in the 20 minutes it takes to reach the aliens. Casually, you flip through schematics of the nearby systems. No way you could over power all three fighter pods. You could get out of range of the main ship, maybe, but they are smaller and faster. Not a lot of solid planets out here- mostly stars and asteroids.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a sun in the near distance, and enhance it with your ship's sensors. You look forward, at pods flying in tandem with you. And back at the screen, at tiny black dots dancing across the sun’s surface. Solar flares. You look back at the pocketknife in your bleeding hand, and in one quick motion, lodge the weapon forcefully into the lens of the ship camera, and swerve violently to the left. The other pods pause, and then follow you. They aren’t firing, and thank g-d, because you don’t want to fire back. They had the same amount of choice in this bullshit you did.
“This is B6I 93 to B6I 52. What are you doing?” Flickers up on your coms, giving a paper thin benefit of the doubt.
“What the fuck do you think?” You retort, pushing the throttle further forward, your hands shaking as you rapidly gain speed.
“B61 52. This is upper command. Return to course. You’re too close to that sun. Any further disobedience and you’ll be neutralized with your chip.”
You laugh, hollowly, as this piece of shit craft shudders around you, and glance back to make sure the other three pods are still following. Tricky situation for them, surely. They have to regain control of you without killing you.
“B6I 52” Pleads another of the pods on the line. “Watch out for that solar flare.” They beg, as you continue to fly towards it at max speeds.
“Are you insane!” Calls another voice, dropping the formalities. And the talk of the soldiers on the line becomes garbled and panicked as all three of them start yelling as you continue your top speed approach. But it doesn’t matter, because you can hardly hear anything but the hum of your shitty little engine stretching to its absolute limit.
Not yet,
You think, watching them get closer and closer on radar.
Not yet,
You think, blood dripping down onto your lap as your hands remain clutched tight to the wheel.
Not yet,
You think, as your ship's only systems start to blurt out proximity alarms and alerts and warnings about the flare in chorus.
Not until the moment they’re literally on top of you, and the solar flare is seconds away, do you pull back sharply 90 degrees. Your body slamming back into the pilot seat and your ship wheezing in protest as you avoid the solar flare by one or two feet.
But the other pods behind you are not so lucky, attempting to copy you and failing, they careen into the flare, their ship lights flickering and losing electrical power as the dancing lights of plasma dance between them. And the ships experience the effects of a carrington like event, imbursed in a solar storm.
They’ll live, on mechanical reserve power & oxygen, but they won’t be following you. You switch off your coms. You swerve to look at the main ship and the aliens far off in the distance. The main ship will likely fire upon you for desertion and treason the moment they’re in range. No way you win that battle, no way in hell. Not with a loaded bomb in your ship's body. You need to get rid of the bomb.
You reach back for a space mask, turning off oxygen temporarily, holding your breath as your wire the only oxygen canister directly to your mask. You’ll have to do outer maintenance. You set your speed, putting the ship on autopilot as you pop open the pilot's pod, and climb onto the hull, switching your pocket knife to its other extensions. You try to remain calm, crying openly as you slowly and carefully dismantle the panel concealing the bomb, and the attachments securing it in place, on the back of a still flying spaceship. You pull it out of the ship gingerly, slowly trailing it out behind you on the last cable that anchors it to the ship. You roll out the cable as far as it possibly can go, and now you are just on a ship, trailing a bomb 30 feet behind you as you continue to speed forward.
30 feet couldn’t honestly be considered a safe distance from the thing. You’ve only slightly raised your chances of living if it detonates. But you were out of cable. And as you were working, the beginnings of a desperate plan had started to form. You are faster than the main ship. Just maybe, maybe, you could outmaneuver them long enough to plant this sucker below the turrets, and blow them to hell. This was possibly better than no plan at all. But it involved you navigating an all out firefight with a fleet ship with a loaded bomb tied to your back.
You aren’t certain what kind of g-d you might believe in. You had given your body as a vessel to a much more earthly, flesh and blood power. Now would be the moment to pray to something, someone. What would you have to offer a g-d, anyways? You hadn’t exactly lived a righteous nor pious life. Nothing deserving of being gifted miracles and wonders and rewards beyond measure. But to make it out on a chance like this, someone must be watching out for you. Slowly, your hands close around the throttle.
You do not believe the universe loves you. Not even a little bit. But what wasn’t gifted to you, you knew how to take. You would have your miracle. You would claw your miracle out of the ribcage of fate with hands bloody and bent but clasped tighter than they had been your entire life. What do they call it? A dead man’s grip.
You turn your ship and dive straight towards the fleet vessel, into its range. Warning alarms flare up as they begin opening fire.
You dance like a cockroach through the empty vacuum of space, unkillable. They clip your wings, an explosion knocks into your cargo hold, but the ship's integrity doesn’t fail you yet. Every near miss is a victory. Five minutes pass. But the seconds feel shorter- longer. Both at the same time. Time loses its meaning at the night lights up around you. You barely process it when you finally make it underneath the vessel, but you catch yourself just in time, cutting the cable and letting the bomb float loose underneath the ship's turrets and control center. You zoom back out into the night, hoping the ship's own fire will ignite it somehow, but it bounces clumsily against the hull, out of their range.
You must now survive the same unwinnable battle all over again, as you attempt to zoom away from them. But you hardly care anymore, having come this far. You would do it a million times. You want to live. Despite everything, you want to live. No matter how long the odds, you want to live. The empire had taken everything from you. Your safety. Your happiness. Your body. Your mind.
But it would not have your fucking soul.
You flip over vertically, and open fire on the distant pinprick of the bomb below the turret, igniting it.
There is a beautiful crack of white light that explodes outward, burning your eyes as you watch the front side of the ship burst open, the guns and control base consumed by white fire. The whole ship doesn’t go down. The back half is fine- you hope any friends you had in the army were there when you hit it. But it can no longer shoot at you. The fleet ship slows to a stop, and out of the corner of your eyes, the green light in the distance flickers away as the aliens finally escape. Figures, you think darkly. A bunch of weird slime whatever the fuck would not lend you a hand for saving their ass. And can you blame them? You reach weakly for a first aid kit and attempt to treat your arm, but your hand is shaking, your blood lost and your oxygen thin.
You watch the fleet ship turn and abandon you, probably thinking you dead in a few hours, and it’s difficult to argue with them. You were so close. You were so fucking close. But you hadn’t thought this far ahead. Slowly, fighting with every nerve in your body, you cease your attempted medical aid, because it feels better not to touch it. Staring out at the vast, dark majesty of space laid out in front of you.
As far as last things to ever see, it’s not so bad. Your eyelids move downward at a snail's pace as your lungs wheeze. Until all you see is a tiny white sliver of light as a little horizon in front of you. Just before your eyes close completely, the light turns bright green. Your eyes crack open again suddenly, in a burst of adrenaline and confusion. The ship is lighting up emerald around you, from the other direction. Slowly, you pull the throttle, attempting to rotate just enough to see what's behind you, squinting through your blurred vision.
You just barely make out the shape of the alien ship,
Having returned to rescue you, with reinforcements.
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[[I’m gonna... take this time to put up a log kk had with eri this morning. this was rushedly formatted and it took me a bit to figure out how, so there might be some random < p > or something in there
PS: any formatting we did have from the discord got... erased so.... that sucks but you’ll get the point, even if they both get a bit, uh, runon? we tried to figure out a solution but right now i want to sacrifice quality for speed cause i need to sleep and we can fix it later if we really gotta]]
eridan | mags - Today at 7:37
so uh hey kar howwvve you been
Court (Kam) - Today at 7:42
HEY! NOT TERRIBLY TERRIBLE, IF I'M HONEST. IT'S NOT GETTING ANY COLDER, AND THE DRONES HAVEN'T CAUGHT US YET, SO THERE'S THAT.
eridan | mags - Today at 7:43
that doesnt relievve me all that much if im bein honest but alright i guess at least theres that just try and not get killed alright
Court (Kam) - Today at 7:43
HEY, WE'RE THINKING THE SAME THING HERE. I MEAN, I'M NOT RELIEVED AT ALL, BUT IF ANYTHING ELSE, I'VE STILL GOT MY LIFE, HAHA. FUCK, YOU KNOW I'M LITERALLY A FUGITIVE RIGHT? LIKE IF I WAS ON YOUR ALTERNIA, HOW LONG DO YOU THINK IT'D BE FOR A DRONE TO MATCH MY PROFILE UP IN THE DATABANKS AND SWOOP DOWN TO CARRY ME OFF IN ITS GRUBBY LITTLE CLAWS? LIKE I'LL TRY, BUT HEY. NO PROMISES.
eridan | mags - Today at 7:45
yeah ill nevver bring you to alternia thats for sure
Court (Kam) - Today at 7:45
I'M ACTUALLY KIND OF LOOKING FORWARD TO THE EARTH TRIP, HONESTLY. I'VE BEEN DOING "RESEARCH". IS IT TRUE THE SUN DOESN'T BURN YOUR SKIN THERE???? WHAT DO THE HUMANS DO AT NIGHT? IS IT TOO COLD, THEN, FOR THEM TO THRIVE? IS THAT WHEN THEY SLEEP, OR IS THAT WHEN THEY GET THE MOST OF THEIR WORK DONE?
eridan | mags - Today at 7:47
god you really are excited for it huh
Court (Kam) - Today at 7:48
FAR BE IT FROM ME TO SHOW ACTUAL EXCITEMENT, YOU KNOW. HEH. DEFINITELY, THOUGH. WHY SHOULD I NOT BE? I'M SPENDING TIME IN A NON-MURDEROUS PLACE WITH AN ACTUAL, HONEST TO GOD, NON-MURDEROUS FRIEND. LIKE HOLY ACTUAL FUCK, THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN OFTEN ENOUGH. EXCITED? EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT IT I KIND OF JUST... THROW MY HANDS IN THE AIR. WHAT AM I GONNA DO? I GOT NO FUCKING CLUE. BUT IT'LL BE GOOD, I'M SURE.
eridan | mags - Today at 7:50
wwell good ill try my best to make it good for you so you get to havve a fuckin break for once but yeah its kinda flipped on earth wwhich i still cant get used to to be honest i havve the wworst sleepin problems the sun feels great there but i still cant bring myself to sleep normally at night
Court (Kam) - Today at 7:51
ALLOW ME TO SHOW A SMIDGEN OF CONCERN AND CARE FOR YOU BUT, HEY, I DON'T CARE IF WE DON'T EVEN LEAVE YOUR HIVE. I'LL RAID YOUR FOOD STORAGE BLOCK AND CRASH ON THE COUCH AND MAYBE WATCH YOU DO SHIT AND WE'LL BE GOOD. HELL, IT FEELS "GREAT"? CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE. OUR SCHEDULES ARE KIND OF FLIPPED ANYWAYS, HONESTLY. WE TRAVEL DURING THE DAY A LOT, BECAUSE MOST TROLLS (ORPHANERS AND THE LIKE,) WON'T TRAVEL DURING DAY, SO WE GET A HEADSTART ON THEM. CAN'T OUTRUN THE DRONES THOUGH. MISERABLE EXCUSES FOR ORGANICS. JUST HAVE TO HOPE THEY DON'T CHASE US, DOESN'T SEEM LIKE IT SO FAR. I THINK WE LOST MOST OF THEM WHEN THEY RAIDED KANAYA'S HIVE AND RAZED IT TO THE GROUND? BACK WHEN I GOT MY SECOND CONCUSSION... OR FIRST, I'M NOT SURE, THAT PART IS KIND OF. BLURRY. IT WAS A LOT OF WAITING IN A DARK, WATERY CAVE. NO, SECOND, ACTUALLY. OR MAYBE, AN EXCARBATION OF THE FIRST, BECAUSE I GOT THAT ONE WHEN I GOT SLAMMED INTO A WALL BY A DRONE, EARLIER THAT... WEEK? LIKE THREE CYCLES BEFORE THE HIVE-RAZING, AND THEN I GOT HIT IN THE HEAD AGAIN WHEN WE WENT DOWN THE ROCKY WATER SLIDE OF DEATH WHEN THE DRONES ATTACKED THE HIVE. OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. LIKE I SAID. BLURRY.
eridan | mags - Today at 7:56
ok this is a lot first off wwere absolutely gonna go outside and do cool shit ill showw you the city and stuff like theres this space needle that ivve honestly nevver been on evven though ivve been livvin here for a wwhile but you should see it its like a huge towwer wwhere you can see the entire city from its supposed to be real pretty but its also real pricey so i wwas nevver interested second howw the fuck do you evven travvel at day dont you get burns or anythin isnt that shit dangerous i mean yeah its dangerous already for you to travvel at night but like i dont knoww be safe ok readin shit like this makes me wwanna practise usin my rifle again honestly
Court (Kam) - Today at 7:59
IT WAS WORSE WHEN WE HAD TO TRAVEL THROUGH THE DESERT.
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:01
I BOUGHT REALLY NICE SUN GEAR BEFORE HAND, AND I ALREADY HAD MOST OF MY BLISTERS IN THE TWO-HOUR TREK TO TEMP'S HIVE BEFOREHAND. I GUESS, ONCE YOU BLISTER UP ENOUGH, YOUR SKIN GETS USED TO IT. THEN YOU JUST SWEAT TO DEATH. I'M STILL 99% SURE WE'VE ALL SHORTENED OUR LIFESPANS BY SOME DEGREE, THOUGH. UNFORTUNATE BUT COULDN'T BE HELPED. BURNS GET CAUSED BY THE CONTACT OF THE HEATSOURCE TO YOUR SKIN- IF YOU GET TOO HOT, YOU BAKE AND BLISTER UP BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY BURN, WITHOUT ACTUAL EXPOSURE TO THE RAYS OF THE SUN, LIKE WHEN YOU WEAR HEAT GEAR. WITHOUT IT, OH YEAH. HELL YEAH, YOU ABSOLUTELY BURN AND IT'S HORRIFIC, BUT WE'RE ALL PAST THAT POINT. WE'VE BEEN ON THE ROAD FOR.... ALMOST HALF A SWEEP? WE TRY TO FIND SHADE WHERE WE CAN. RIGHT NOW IT'S COLD AND PATCHY SNOW SOMETIMES, WHEN THE SUN ISN'T OUT. IT'S SOMEWHAT TOLERABLE THIS FAR NORTH, THE SUN I MEAN.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:06
howw the fuck are you not dead yet holy shit
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:06
TEMP REFERS TO ME AS A "BRICK WALL SHITHOUSE".
eridan | mags - Today at 8:06
pretty accurate can i ask you somethin though howw did all of this start the runnin i mean
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:15
I ACTUALLY PASSED OUT ONCE IN THE DESERT, WHILE WE WERE TRAVELING TO KANAYA'S HIVE, AND TEMP HAD TO CARRY ME. ALSO, YEAH. THIS IS TOP SECRET SHIT, OKAY?
eridan | mags - Today at 8:16
god
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:16
DON'T JUST GO TELLING THIS SHIT TO JUST ANYONE.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:16
i dont evven knoww wwho to tell honestly
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:16
I GUESS TEMP PINGED HER BATTLESHIP.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:16
they cant really do much wwith this information
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:17
GOT EVERYTHING. LOCATION COORDINATES, CABIN ROSTER, EVEN THE FUCKING MENU FOR THE FOOD LINE. ANNNDD I GUESS TEMP FIGURED OUT HIS ANCESTOR IS THE UNWILLING PILOT FOR THAT SHIP. OBVIOUSLY SHE DIDN'T LIKE THAT SOMEONE GOT THROUGH THE SECURITY ON HER SHIP. BUT BEFORE SHE DID ANYTHING, TEMP CAME TO ME, AND I NOT-SO-LIGHTLY SUGGESTED WE LEAVE TOWN. AS WE LEFT HIS HIVESTEM, WE SAW THE GAGGLE OF HIGHBLOODS IN UNIFORM FORCING ALL THE PSIONS THEY COULD FIND OUT OF EVERY BLOCK IN THE NEARBY VICINITY AND INTO CHAINS. TEMP DIDN'T THINK SHE WOULD BE THAT QUICK IN PINPOINTING HIS LOCATION BUT I FUCKING KNEW BETTER. ANYWAY, HE COULDN'T SIT WITH THE IDEA THAT HE'D CAUSED THESE THIRTY-SOMETHING PSIONIC TROLLS TO BECOME ENSLAVED OR TO REACH AN EARLY ASCENSION AND RITES OR WHATEVER, SO I BASICALLY WENT IN AND KNOCKED THE SHIT OUT OF SOME OF THE FUCKS, BROKE THE BINDINGS, AND JUST FUCKING RAN. BUT THEN THEY KNEW WHAT I LOOKED LIKE, SO WE WERE BOTH RUNNING FROM HER AND FROM THE LOCALS.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:23
so basically it wwas your mate bein a curious idiot that got you into this situation
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:23
WE WENT BACK TO MY HIVE, RAIDED MY SHIT, AND THEN WE CROSSED THE CITY IN THE SEWERS FOR THE DAY AND THEN HEADED OUT OF TOWN, STAYED AT A MOTEL FOR A FEW NIGHTS, AND HEADED OUT TO THE DESERT, AND THERE'S JUST A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT I'D RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT FROM THERE. IT'S MOSTLY BULLSHIT ABOUT THE COVERUP OF WHAT I'M DUBBING THE ANCESTRAL REVOLT AND THE WRONGFUL IMPRISONMENT AND SLAUGHTER OF THOSE WHO PARTICIPATED IN IT. TEMP'S JUST ALL WOUND UP BECAUSE HIS ANCESTOR IS STILL ALIVE AND SUFFERING AND GOD. I MEAN DIP'S ALL WELL AND GOOD, HE'S GOTTEN US OUT OF A FEW PICKLES SO FAR. BUT MESSAGES ARE SPARSE, AND IT WORRIES TEMP, I GUESS. BUT YEAH, BASICALLY.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:25
so wwhats your plan are you just gonna run forevver
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:26
DO YOU WANT THE LONG ANSWER OR THE SHORT ONE.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:26
givve me the long one im invvested
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:27
WE JUST RECENTLY LEARNED THAT SHE'S CALLING ALL THE PSIONS TO HER IN A CLASS-ACT LEVEL OF BULLSHIT, EVERY SINGLE!! FUCKING!! PSION!! INTERPLANETARY SHIPPING IS HALTED, SHE'S LAID SIEGE TO ALTERNIA ITSELF IF WE CAN'T GET THE RESOURCES WE NEED FROM OTHER PLANETS EFFECTIVELY. SHE'S REARRANGED THE CLASSES OF THE STELLAR-CLASS PSIONS AND BASICALLY RESTRUCTURED THE ENTIRE ALTERNIAN TRANSGALACTIC FLEET'S INFRASTRUCTURE JUST TO KEEP DIPSHIT ALIVE. SO RIGHT NOW, WE'RE SCRAMBLING TO GET THE MESSAGE OUT. ANYONE WITH POWER NEEDS TO GET OUT OF THEIR HIVES AND GET UNDERGROUND BEFORE THEY GET BROUGHT UP INTO THE STARS TO BE USED UP AND THROWN AWAY. SHE'S EVEN TAKING EGGS, IF DIPSHIT IS TO BE BELIEVED. NO PSIONICS ARE TO BE LEFT ON ALTERNIA, AND EVERYWHERE ELSE THEY'RE ABOUT TO BECOME A CLASS A SCARCE RESOURCE.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:29
wwho the fuck evven is that dipshit youre talkin about
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:29
WHICH MEANS TEMP AND AA JUST BECAME SUPER VALUABLE TO ANYONE LOOKING. HE'S HER PILOT, THE ONE TEMP CONTACTED. I'D SAY HIS PROPER TITLE BUT I'VE GOT TO BE CAREFUL WITH BUZZWORDS.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:30
wwell alright
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:30
ANYWAY! SO WE'RE TRYING TO GET THE WORD OUT TO HIGHBLOODS ABOUT THIS CLASS A RESOURCE THING, SO THEY WANT TO KEEP THEIR PSIONICS ON THE PLANET, AND TO THE REST, TO KEEP HIDDEN. ANYWHERE IS BETTER, BUT IF THEY GET INTO ORBIT, THEY'RE BASICALLY DEAD IN THE WATER. IT'S THE GENOCIDE OF AN ENTIRE FUCKING CLASS, IT'S WHAT SHE'S TRYING TO DO, ALL TO KEEP HER PRIZE FROM SAID ANCESTRAL REVOLT. ANYWAY!! MY PERSONAL GOAL IS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT MY OWN ANCESTOR AND HOW HE TIED INTO ALL THIS, BUT I GUESS WE'VE GOT MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO PLAN, LIKE HOW WE'RE GOING TO GET NEWS LIKE THIS SHIT OUT ON A MASS SCALE. I'M THINKING OF GETTING SOME SORT OF RADIO TRANSMITTER AND GETTING THE WORD OUT FOR OUR STATION NUMBERS OR WHATEVER. LONG TERM, TEMP WANTS TO FREE DIPSHIT. SO I GUESS WE'RE GONNA BAIT THE EMPRESS PLANETSIDE. AND THEN... I DUNNO. WE'LL FIGHT, I GUESS. SHE'S SO FAR OUT, THOUGH, THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:34
do you really actually think youvve got a chance against the condesce
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:34
IT'LL TAKE /SWEEPS/ TO BRING HER THIS WAY, PROBABLY, UNLESS SHE PUTS DIPSHIT AT RISK, AND TEMP DOESN'T WANT THAT AND NEITHER DO I. MAYBE NOT NOW, BUT BY THE TIME SHE GETS HERE? I'M HOPING. I MEAN, IF ALL ELSE FAILS, I'LL STAND IN THE DIRECT SUNLIGHT IN MIDDAY, WITH ALL MY RESISTANCE TO IT, AND CHALLENGE HER OUT? HAHAH. ... HONESTLY...? I THINK MY PRIORITIES LIE MORE WITH THE REST OF ALTERNIA. TEMP CAN WORRY ABOUT DIPSHIT ALL HE WANTS. BUT FOR THE REST OF US? I THINK THAT'S GOING TO BE MY MAIN CONCERN. ALL INTERPLANETARY SHIPPING IS GOING TO STOP FOR A WHILE- WE'RE SWITCHING TO FOSSIL FUELS FOR FUCKS SAKE!! SO RESOURCES ARE ABOUT TO BECOME EXTREMELY RARE, AND I NEED TO STOCK UP AND MAKE SURE WE HAVE WHAT WE NEED TO SURVIVE THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. I'VE ALREADY PUT THROUGH MY ORDER THROUGH SOME OF MY LESS REPUTABLE CONTACTS, SO I THINK WE'LL BE FINE, BUT IT'LL BE ROUGH, PROBABLY. SO THAT'S THE LONG VERSION OF THE MAIN PLAN.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:39
this is this is fuckin stupid howw can you think you can change somethin wwhy do you think its YOUR job to help evveryone your biggest concern should be that you and maybe youre friends are safe like fuck the rest they nevver did anythin FOR you and i doubt they evver wwill just get out of this fuckin place this plan is bound to fail and youll pay wwith your fuckin life
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:40
YOU MISUNDERSTAND ME, DAC. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYONE BESIDES MY GROUP, AND THE PEOPLE MY GROUP CARES ABOUT. TEMP HAPPENS TO CARE ABOUT THE CODEJOCKEYS, THE ONES I SAVED EARLIER FROM THE HIGHBLOOD ROUNDUP? AND I CARE ABOUT FAVORS. YOU GIVE ENOUGH INFORMATION OUT, PEOPLE ARE GONNA WANT TO KEEP YOU AROUND. IT'S... INSURANCE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME. WE NEED A NETWORK.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:42
wwell then fuckin knock that care out of him and get off this stupid fuckin planet before you actually die you dont need a netwwork you need a safe place
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:42
WE NEED PLACES TO STAY, THINGS TO EAT, PLACES TO RUN, AND YOU CAN'T GET THAT WITHOUT GIVING SOMETHING.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:42
this is not goin to wwork do you understand me
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:42
DAC. I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR, BUT I LOVE HIM, AND I'M GOING TO STAND WITH HIM.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:43
youre goin to die for it both of you
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:43
I MAY WANT TO GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN YOU THINK. BUT HE WON'T. HE'S HERE FOR THE LONG HAUL, AND I... I THINK HE CAN DO IT.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:43
if you really cared about your mate youd get him to safety
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:43
BUT HE NEEDS SOMEONE TO BE BY HIS SIDE. DON'T SEND ME ON A GUILT TRIP, BECAUSE I'VE BEEN THERE ALREADY, I TRIED THAT. I KNOCKED HIM OUT SO HE WOULDN'T FIGHT THE DRONES, AND SENT HIM DOWN THE WATERY ROCK SLIDE OF DEATH SO HE WOULD SURVIVE AND I WOULD FIGHT THEM.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:44
try harder maybe
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:44
HE JUST GOT MAD AT ME.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:44
temp is insane
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:45
YEAH, HE IS. BUT I BELIEVE IN HIM ANYWAY.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:45
yeah cause youre goddamn stupid
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:45
I'D DO THAT FOR ALL OF MY FRIENDS.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:45
stupid is wwhat you are both of you
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:45
INCLUDING YOU, YOU KNOW. ALL YOU'RE DOING IS MAKING ME FEEL BAD, AND IT'S NOT GOING TO YEILD ANY RESULTS OTHER THAN "I CAN'T TRUST DAC WITH PERSONAL INFORMATION".
eridan | mags - Today at 8:46
im makin you feel bad cause i
i
nevvermind
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:48
I MEAN... I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TELL YOU SHIT WHEN YOU ASK, BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE ABLE TO FEEL LIKE YOU'RE JUST GOING TO TELL ME THAT WHAT I FEEL IS STUPID AND THAT I'M STUPID. BECAUSE THAT'S NOT A GOOD FEELING, KNOWING I'VE GOT TO DO THIS SHIT REGARDLESS, BECAUSE HE'S MY FRIEND AND... GOD, THE LENGTHS OF SHIT I'LL GO TO FOR HIM, I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND. IT JUST DOESN'T FEEL GOOD IF I TELL YOU SOMETHING AND YOU TELL ME THAT IT'S DUMB AND POINTLESS. I ALREADY KNOW THAT. I DON'T CARE, I'M NOT DOING IT FOR THE POINTLESS ASPECT OF IT, I'M DOING IT BECAUSE MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND, DUMPTRUCK OF SHIT THAT HE MAY BE, NEEDS ME TO. ANYWAY. YOU'RE RIGHT, THOUGH. IT IS STUPID, BUT LIKE I SAID. I DON'T CARE.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:50
yeah alright
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:50
SOMEONE'S GOTTA, AND I GUESS IT'S GOING TO BE ME, BECAUSE WITHOUT ME, TEMP WILL /DEFINITELY/ DIE. KANAYA MIGHT MAKE IT ON HER OWN, BUT SHE'S STILL TOO SECLUSIVE TO KNOW HOW TO HANDLE A BIG CITY, SAME WITH TEMP. BOTH OF THEM COULDN'T WEASEL THEIR WAY INTO AN UNDERGROUND FIGHTING RING IF THEY TRIED, AND I'D GET IN BASED ON MY LOOKS ALONE.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:53
yeah ok
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:55
TEMP SEES... THE SMALL PARTS OF THE PICTURE. HE'S GOOD WITH CODE AND GOOD WITH KNOWING HOW TO DO THINGS ON A SMALL SCALE. KANAYA'S GOOD WITH WEAPONS AND HAND TO HAND COMBAT, AND SHE'S A JADEBLOOD, WHICH MEANS SHE GETS EASIER ACCESS TO FOOD. PERSONALLY, I KNOW HOW TO FIGHT, AND I KNOW THE DREGS OF THE CITY LIKE THE BACK OF MY CALLOUSED HANDS. I CAN WANT TWO CRATES OF HIGHLY ILLEGAL SHIT AND KNOW EXACTLY WHO TO TALK TO AND WHERE TO GO TO GET THEM, I'VE ALREADY GOT A LITTLE NETWORK IN SOME CITIES WILLING TO BET BIG MONEY ON ME IN THE FIGHTS, AND MAKE SOME GOOD CAEGERS THAT WAY, AND I SEE THE BIG PICTURE. WHERE TO GO, ULTIMATELY. WHAT TO ASK. WHO WE NEED. WE ALL PULL OUR WEIGHT.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:56
alright
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:56
NEXT QUESTION?
eridan | mags - Today at 8:57
howw did you twwo start datin
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:57
I GOT AN ANON MESSAGE ON TUMBLR SAYING HE WANTED TO KISS ME, AND THEN IT KIND OF SNOWBALLED. HE HID FROM HIS FEELINGS FOR A WHILE AND WE TALKED IT OUT, AND I ENDED UP STORMING OUT THE DOOR BECAUSE SOME PISSFACE WANTED TO TALK TO ME ON ANON ABOUT THAT SORT OF NSFW BULLSHIT. YOU KNOW HOW THEY CAN GET.
eridan | mags - Today at 8:59
yeah
Court (Kam) - Today at 8:59
HE ENDED UP CHASING AFTER ME AND UH, HONESTLY I'M KIND OF A SUCKER FOR PEOPLE SHOWING THEY ACTUALLY WANT TO BE WITH A HOTBLOOD LIKE ME. MOST OF THE TIME PEOPLE... DON'T. I GUESS. PROBABLY. I ASSUMED IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS HEMOANONYMOUS BACK THEN, AND THAT SPELLS TROUBLE TO ANYONE WITH EYES?
eridan | mags - Today at 8:59
guess you got lucky there
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:00
BOY I THOUGHT I WAS HOT SHIT BACK THEN, ALL GREYED OUT AND SPECIAL.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:00
yeah
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:00
NOW IT'S JUST BECAUSE I'VE GOT A TINY-ASS LIFESPAN AND I'M A DEAD MAN IF MY COLOR EVEN COMES UP IN A SCANNER. AKA; TOO DANGEROUS TO WANT TO BE WITH, APPARENTLY. IT'S... NICE TO BE ABLE TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT THIS SHIT, THOUGH. TEMP SOMETIMES BRUSHES IT OFF AND I FEEL WORSE. DON'T THINK HE WANTS TO FACE IT EITHER. YOU'RE A GOOD LISTENER.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:03
i try guess im good wwhen im not makin you feel like shit for openin up huh
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:03
YOU GOT IT, YEAH. ANY OTHER QUESTIONS, I GUESS? I'M OPEN TO ANSWERING.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:05
i cant really think of any to be honest you answwered evverythin i needed to knoww
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:06
ALRIGHT, WELL IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO KNOW LIKE, I DON'T KNOW. HOW TALL I AM. LIFE EXPERIANCES. WHAT'S THE BIGGEST TROLL I'VE EVER FOUGHT. THE MOST CAEGERS OR BEETLES I'VE EVER WON.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:06
howw old are you
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:07
NINE, NEARLY TEN. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
eridan | mags - Today at 9:07
wwell then youre evven younger than me
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:07
ALSO, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE, DO YOU. FUCK.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:07
recently turned ten though and yeah no i dont
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:07
I'LL UPLOAD SOMETHING TODAY OR TOMORROW OR SOMETHING.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:08
i wwas alwways satisfied wwith my imagination of you but yeah id like to see it
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:11
courtingGrievances [CG] sent file -wWzIKy1g.png- to [CA] at ??:??
DOES THAT SATISFY YOUR IMAGINATION?
eridan | mags - Today at 9:12
oh oh huh you dont you dont look as bad as i thought you wwould
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:12
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
eridan | mags - Today at 9:13
you look good is wwhat i mean
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:14
DID YOU HEAR THAT?? THAT WAS THE SOUND MY HEAD MADE AS I DROPPED MY PALMHUSK ONTO MY FUCKING FACE.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:15
wwhat wwhy
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:15
NO REASON. MY FINGERS ARE COLD. I'M SLIGHTLY TIRED. THERE WAS A WIND. I DON'T TAKE COMPLIMENTS WELL APPARENTLY.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:16
oh uh i mean i didnt say anythin really you just dont look bad you knoww and its a relief
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:16
A... RELIEF? HEY, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?
eridan | mags - Today at 9:21
im not friends wwith ugly people
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:21
WAIT, SO IF I WAS UGLY YOU WOULDN'T BE FRIENDS WITH ME? o:B
eridan | mags - Today at 9:22
probably i havve standards you knoww
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:23
I THINK THAT SUCKS. I'D MISS OUT ON YOUR PRESENCE BECAUSE I'D BE UGLY. NOT TO BE A FUCKING DOWNER OR ANYTHING. BUT I LIKE TALKING TO YOU, AND NOT BEING ABLE TO WOULD KIND OF SUCK.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:26
wwell you can be glad youre not then but really im not all that special
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:26
BUT ALSO, I DON'T THINK YOU MEAN THAT, BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T AS GOOD AS I LOOK. AND YOU STILL WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH ME. WANTED, I MEAN.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:27
people are glad wwhen they dont havve to talk to me
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:27
OKAY, LISTEN.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:27
wwell i thought you looked avverage
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:27
WE'VE BEEN TALKING PRETTY STRAIGHT FOR TWO WHOLE HOURS. IF I DIDN'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU, I WOULDN'T BE. WELL, FUCK.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:28
i mean youre doin most of the talkin so
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:28
SOOOO I'M RIGHT.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:30
shrug wwhatevver you wwanna think honestly
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:33
I TIHNK I'M RIGHT, AND I WANT TO TALK TO YOU, BECAUSE, OCCASSIONAL JACKASSERY ASIDE, I THINK YOU'VE GOT POTENTIAL, DAC. ALSO; IF OCCASSIONAL JACKASSERY WAS A PAYING JOB, WE'D BOTH BE RICHER THAN THE EMPRESS HERSELF. HAHAH.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:41
i mean to be fuckin honest but also i really doubt and evven if i do havve potential it wwent to wwaste already
Court (Kam) - Today at 9:43
STILL HERE, AREN'T YOU? DOESN'T THAT POINT TO SOME INNATE SENSE OF NEED, OF WANTING TO BE MORE? THERE'S STILL SOMETHING LEFT IN YOU, BUD. PROMISE. EVERYONE'S GIVEN YOU SHIT AND SOMETIMES RIGHTFULLY SO, AND YOU GET KNOCKED DOWN A LOT, BUT YOU ALWAYS GET RIGHT BACK UP, YEAH? YOU'RE LIKE A FIGHTER. LIKE ME. I KNOW THIS ISN'T ALL YOU'VE GOT TO GIVE, YOU'VE JUST GOT TO FIND THE RIGHT PEOPLE TO GIVE IT TO. GOD. I NEED TO STOP TALKING, PROBABLY.
eridan | mags - Today at 9:59
no youre fine but uh i dont knoww i dont feel like much of a fighter wwhen i just you knoww do wwhat i gotta do
eridan | mags - Today at 10:00
you actually fight people and protect your friends and such wwhile i just do nothin
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:00
YOU FIGHT FOR YOURSELF. AND PROBABLY EVENTUALLY, SOMEONE ELSE TOO. YOUR QUADS, OR WHATEVER.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:01
wwhenevver i do its just outta place and unneeded and people get mad at me
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:06
I GET THAT. IT'LL CHANGE, EVENTUALLY. I'M RUNNING OUT OF WORDS, SORRY. IT'S BULLSHIT O CLOCK, BUT LISTEN... PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE WAY OTHER PEOPLE DO THINGS. IT'S NOT THEIR JOB TO CHANGE YOU. IF YOU LIKE WHO YOU ARE, BE THAT. EVERYONE WHO CARES WILL LIKE YOU FOR YOU.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:08
evven if its my owwn kismesis gettin mad at me for protectin her a feww people called me manipulativve too just cause i wwanted her to be ok
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:23
WHAT DID YOU DO?
eridan | mags - Today at 10:25
someone wwas makin fun of her in public and tellin her howw she rules is awwful just cause she uses a lot of gifs of marie antoinette so i got mad and told him off but more people joined his friends probably and evventually she told me to shut up but i didnt wwant to and then i just got called manipulativve for wwantin to help her
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:26
THAT'S NOT HER GETTING MAD AT YOU FOR PROTECTING HER, THAT'S HER GETTING CONCERNED ABOUT YOU MAKING A FOOL OUT OF YOURSELF. WHEN THAT HAPPENS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOUR STANCE KNOWN, BUT YOU SHOULDN'T PUSH IT. STAND UP FOR HER AND TELL THEM OFF, BUT DON'T REPLY FURTHER BEYOND SCORNFUL AND LAUGH-INDUCING GIFS RAGGING ON THE PEOPLE TRYING TO GET THE ONE UP ON YOU. WHAT PEOPLE ARE DOING WHEN THEY KEEP TRYING TO GET A RESPONSE OUT OF YOU IS TRYING TO MAKE YOU SLIP UP, MAKE A MISTAKE. GIVE THEM GIFS, NOT EFFORT, AND YOU SHOULD BE BETTER OFF.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:29
i still got a screenshot of wwhat someone said to me that kinda hit me - https://gyazo.com/7cee73e22a941c972692c37965269d1e - all i wwas tryin to fuckin do is protect her and evveryone wwas just against me suddenly it felt awwful karkat and i still cant get ovver it
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:30
YOU REMEMBER HOW YOU WERE MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR DOING SHIT I FEEL LIKE I'VE GOT TO DO AND YOU WENT "IF YOU LOVED HIM, YOU'D DO THIS?"
eridan | mags - Today at 10:30
so next time i just back dowwn and let them make fun of her or wwhat
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:31
HOLD ON, LET ME FINISH THIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT FIRST.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:31
alright sorry im just ugh
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:32
THINGS IN THAT SORT OF FORMAT, LIKE "IF YOU LOVED HER, YOU'D DO THIS", AND "WOE IS ME, THIS BULLSHIT IS HAPPENING BECAUSE OF YOU" THAT MAKE SOMEONE FEEL BAD FOR THINGS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL, THAT'S GUILT TRIPPING. IT'S MAKING THEM FEEL GUILTY ABOUT THINGS THEY CAN'T CONTROL, OR THINGS THAT AREN'T THEIR FAULT. IT FUCKING SUCKS WHEN SHIT HAPPENS, BUT MOST PEOPLE DON'T CARE, AND THEY JUST GET OFFENDED AND PUT OUT WHEN YOU TRY TO TELL THEM SO LIKE THAT. YOU COULD TRY WORDING THINGS BETTER, LIKE... INSTEAD OF "YOU'RE GOING TO TURN ON ME TOO", YOU COULD SAY "I FEEL LIKE I'M ALONE HERE, ARE YOU AGAINST ME TOO?" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. OR FOR THE SHIT WHERE YOU WENT, "IF YOU LOVED HIM, YOU'D DO THIS" BIT, YOU COULD JUST HAVE SAID "BUT DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE HIM PROTECTED TOO?". MOST OF THE TIME, PHRASING IT LIKE A QUESTION KEEPS THE GENERAL PURPOSE ALIVE WITHOUT BRINGING GUILT DOWN TO THE OTHER PERSONS HEAD.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:36
so the wwhole thing wwith her wwas actually my fault and i got wwhat i deservved
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:37
NEXT TIME THIS BULLSHIT HAPPENS, JUST GIVE THEM ONE RESPONSE OUTLINING YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ON THE SUBJECT; IE, YOU'RE NOT HAPPY WITH THE WAY THEY'RE TREATING YOUR MOIRAIL AND SHE CAN POST WHATEVER SHE WANTS, IT'S NOT THEIR JOBS TO JUDGE HER STYLE OF RULING BASED ON GIFS OF SOME FICTIONAL WOMAN. IF THEY TRY TO BRING IT FURTHER, RESPOND WITH A GIF OF SOMEONE YAWNING, OR ACT BORED OF THE CURRENT CONVERSATION, AND DON'T GIVE THEM MORE FUEL FOR THE FIRE. PICTURES ARE WORTH MORE THAN WORDS.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:38
shes my kismesis but yeah alright
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:38
AS FOR THE WHOLE THING WITH HER, I WASN'T THERE SO I CAN'T SAY FOR SURE, BUT IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU WERE IN THE RIGHT TO PROTECT HER, BUT WRONG TO CARRY IT SO FAR, AND YOU SHOULD HAVE QUIT WHILE YOU WERE AHEAD. I DON'T THINK IT WAS YOUR FAULT, THOUGH. ROSEREDMUTANT SOUNDS LIKE A FUCKING JACKASS.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:38
shrug evveryone sounds like a jackass wwhen they talk to me evveryone just treats me like dirt
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:39
THE MOST IMPORTANT THING YOU NEED TO LEARN, I THINK, IS WHEN TO STOP. THERE'S NO POINT BEATING A DEAD HORSE, AND IF YOUR KISMESIS SAYS STOP, YOU SHOULD SAY WHY, AND ASK HER TO BE HONEST. AND IF SHE TELLS YOU WHY, AND SHE'S HONEST AND TELLS YOU WHY AND IT'S A GOOD REASON, YOU SHOULD STOP, REGARDLESS, OR ASK HER TO COME MAKE YOU STOP. SHE'S YOUR KISMESIS FOR A REASON, IT'S HER JOB TO HELP KEEP YOU FROM FIGHTING WITH THE RIFFRAFF, TO DISTRACT YOU FROM OTHER FIGHTS AND MAKE YOU FOCUS ON HER. HER JOB TO HELP YOU IMPROVE YOURSELF THROUGH LEARNING WHAT BATTLES TO PICK, TO HELP YOU LEARN YOUR LIMITS, IN ARGUMENTS AND OTHERWISE.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:42
so i just kinda trust her and stop next time
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:43
IF SHE'S "BEGGING YOU TO STOP" AND NOTHING ELSE, SHE NEEDS TO LEARN TO USE HER WORDS, ALSO. THERE IS NOTHING IN THIS MULTIVERSE THAT CAN'T BE SOLVED THROUGH SOME SORT OF ARGUMENT OR CONVERSATION. YEAH, BASICALLY. SHIT SUCKS SOMETIMES BUT YOU DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO. TRUSTING HER WILL SHOW HER THAT YOU VALUE YOUR RELATIONSHIP.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:43
she didnt beg she just told me multiple times to back off and that its fine and she can deal wwith it on her owwn
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:43
HERE'S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO NEXT TIME.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:43
guess she doesnt like my help
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:43
OKAY, HOLD ON. YEAH, NO, THAT'S NOT RIGHT I MEAN. IT COULD BE POSSIBLE THAT SHE FELT LIKE YOU WERE VACCILATTING PINK, AND SHE FELT EXTREMELY DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT. YOU SHOULD TALK TO HER ABOUT THAT. BUT NO, IF SHE TELLS YOU TO STOP SOMETHING, SHE SHOULD AT LEAST HAVE A REASON, AND YOU'RE FUCKING QUADDED, SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING ALONE, AND NEXT TIME THAT SHIT HAPPENS. WHEN SHE TELLS YOU TO "STOP DEFENDING ME, BACK OFF, I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN", YOU NEED TO TELL HER SOMETHING LIKE "I WILL BACK OFF BECAUSE YOU WANT ME TO AND I TRUST YOUR JUDGEMENT, BUT I NEED YOU TO TRUST ME ALSO" AND MAYBE SOMETHING LIKE "I NEED YOUR HELP TO BACK OFF, CAN YOU COME DISTRACT ME". BECAUSE, HAHA, THAT'S KIND OF HER JOB, AS YOUR KISMESIS, IS TO DISTRACT YOU FROM GETTING INTO SHIT YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE. EMOTIONALLY OR PHYSICALLY. THAT'S THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT OF KISMESITUDE.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:47
huh alright i nevver kneww that to be honest yeah i i guess ill havve to talk to her i dont knoww
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:48
HERE. https://fluffpuffandstuff.tumblr.com/post/156045666788/what-the-heck-am-ii-feeliing-labeliing-your
eridan | mags - Today at 10:49
i dont wwanna dig it up again but it might happen again and shrug
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:49
I SENT SOMETHING IN TO THIS E-ZINE AND I GOT THIS BACK, AND IT HELPED ME LABEL TEMP AND I INTO AN OMNIQUAD. YOU SHOULD READ IT TOO, ALRIGHT? AND EVEN IF YOU DON'T. HERE'S THE BASIC GIST. MATESPRITS PROTECT, KISMESIS' IMPROVE. MOIRAILS SOOTHE AND AUSPISTICES INTERVENE AS A TOPLEAF, AND WANT TO BE INTERVENED ON AS A BOTTOMLEAF.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:51
yeah i just got to that part
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:51
I'LL BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU EVEN FURTHER IF YOU WANT, THIS SORT OF SHIT IS WHAT I USED TO THRIVE ON A FEW SWEEPS BACK, MARATHONING ROM-COMS LIKE THEY WERE THE HOTTEST NEW GAMEGRUB OF THE SEASONAL VENTURE.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:52
thats not all too surprisin to be honest hahaha but no i dont wwant to think about this more or else i just end up realisin i got flush feelins for my kismesis or somethin like that thatd just ruin things and make it evven wworse i just wwanted to be there cause i felt like as kismesises wwere a team you knoww
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:53
YOU WOULDN'T RUIN THINGS BY TALKING ABOUT YOUR EMOTIONS.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:53
yeah wwe hate eachother but also wwere still datin
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:53
EVERY, EVERY QUADRANT IS SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT THEIR EMOTIONS, JUST IN DIFFERENT WAYS.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:56
huh
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:56
IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU VACILLATE, THEN TELL HER, GENTLY. IF SHE DOESN'T RETURN THEM, ASK IF THIS CHANGES ANYTHING. AND IF SHE SAYS YES, ASK HER, SPECIFICALLY, WHAT IT CHANGES. ASK HER (IN A DIFFERENT SENTENCE,) IF THIS CHANGES YOUR KISMESITUDE, AND IF SHE STILL /WANTS/ TO BE KISMESIS' WITH YOU. AND IF SHE SAYS NO. COME TO ME.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:56
no im not goin to do that
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:56
AND IF SHE SAYS YEAH, SHE STILL WANTS TO BE BLACK WITH YOU, THEN YOU'RE GOLDEN, AND NOTHING CHANGES. YEAH, NO, I DON'T BLAME YOU THERE. BETTER TO WAIT UNTIL YOU'VE GOT YOUR FEELINGS SECURELY LOCKED IN A BOX OR SOMETHING. THAT SHIT'S HEAVY.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:57
this could evven cause problems wwith my husband and im not into that
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:57
FAIR.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:57
ill just i guess talk to her about that stuff wwith that one fight that got out of hand but nothin more
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:58
JUST... ASK HER TO HELP YOU MORE WITH DISTRACTING YOU FROM FIGHTS YOU CAN'T HANDLE. USE THOSE WORDS.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:58
yeah ok
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:58
IF YOU CAN, APOLOGIZE FOR MAKING A SPECTACLE OUT OF YOURSELF. USE THOSE WORDS TOO.
eridan | mags - Today at 10:58
i dont like apologisin
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:58
ME EITHER. IT FEELS GROSS, DOESN'T IT?
eridan | mags - Today at 10:59
yeah
Court (Kam) - Today at 10:59
IT FEELS ALL... VULNERABLE AND SHIT.
eridan | mags - Today at 11:00
yeah i dont i dont like doin that so i rarely evver apologise i dont apologise if i dont gotta
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:00
YEAH. YEAH, YES. THAT BULLSHIT. IF I APOLOGIZE, I'M GENUINELY FUCKING FEELING IT, AND DITTO FOR YOU I'M ASSUMING?
eridan | mags - Today at 11:01
yeah actually lets start wwith it already sorry for uh dumpin this on you its not your job to do this i just i guess i cant help it i kinda wwhine to evverybody i dont knoww
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:02
DUDE, YOU'RE NOT WHINING. YOU'RE ASKING FOR HELP. THAT'S ALL A COMPLAIN OR A WHINE IS. IT'S THICKLY VEILED BUT THAT'S REALLY, WHAT IT COMES DOWN TO. YOU'RE HOPING SOMEONE WILL LISTEN AND DO SOMETHING TO STOP THE SOURCE OF YOUR WHINING, OR TO CONSOLE YOU AND HELP YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT THE BULLSHIT THAT CAUSED THE WHINING OR COMPLAINING IN THE FIRST PLACE.
eridan | mags - Today at 11:03
i mean yeah but like its still not your duty you knoww i should be able to deal wwith my problems alone i guess god im just so pathetic
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:03
I SPENT HOURS WATCHING SHIT LIKE THIS AND YELLING AT THE CHARACTERS ON SCREEN, HONESTLY, I'M THE BEST PERSON FOR THE JOB, HAHA. UH, ALSO?? FUCK NO. DEALING WITH PROBLEMS ALONE FUCKING SUCKS. IT FEELS BAD AND YOU JUST GET FRUSTRATED BECAUSE YOU BURN OUT ON THAT SHIT. ASKING FOR HELP IS KEEPING YOU SANE AND KEEPING YOU SAFE. JUST FROWNED UPON IF YOU ASK ANYONE OTHER THAN PEOPLE CLOSE TO YOU.
eridan | mags - Today at 11:05
youre not my moirail though or evven my mate i shouldnt be talkin about this wwith you of all people
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:05
I'M NOT YOUR MOIRAIL OR YOUR MATE, YEAH, BUT I'M YOUR FRIEND. A GOOD ONE, I THINK, AT THIS POINT. FRIENDS GOTTA BE THERE FOR YOU.
eridan | mags - Today at 11:06
yeah i guess thanks
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:06
IF MATESPRITS PROTECT, KISMESIS' IMPROVE. MOIRAILS SOOTHE AND AUSPISTICES INTERVENE, FRIENDS LISTEN. THEY'RE THERE WHEN YOU NEED SOMEONE TO JUST LISTEN, AND MAYBE OFFER ADVICE. HONESTLY, I WISH I'D OFFERED THIS KIND OF ADVICE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. MAYBE I COULD HAVE KEPT MY OLD FRIENDS BACK TOGETHER. MAYBE I'D ACTUALLY KNOW WHERE SOME OF THEM ARE. IF THEY'RE EVEN ALIVE.
eridan | mags - Today at 11:07
wwell at least you learnt from it and youre better noww
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:07
I HOPE I'M BETTER. I KIND OF FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING I'M SAYING IS GOING IN ONE FIN AND OUT THE OTHER, BUT YOU SEEM HAPPY WITH WHAT I'M GOING ON ABOUT.
eridan | mags - Today at 11:07
i dont knoww howw you used to be but i knoww youre good noww shrug still youre doin better than evveryone else i met before you so i guess theres that
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:08
... BETTER AT BEING A FRIEND? SHIT, I'M SORRY. YOU MUST HAVE HAD SOME PRETTY SHIT ONES BEFORE NOW, THEN.
eridan | mags - Today at 11:09
i dont just forget the things you say i got better about hemoism and i remember you havve a mate and i wwanna talk to fef about the shit and stuff friends relationships just evverythin
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:09
(:B
eridan | mags - Today at 11:10
but yeah thanks i guess im gonna take a nap i think
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:11
ALRIGHT. I... HOPE THIS WAS A GOOD CONVERSATION. SEEMED LIKE ONE TO ME, AT LEAST. SEE YOU LATER? I'M ALWAYS REACHABLE HERE... AND IF I DON'T RESPOND, SOMETHING'S PROBABLY UP. I'LL. UH. I'LL ADD YOUR MESSENGER HANDLE TO A LIST OF HANDLES ASSOCIATED WITH OUR DEADMANS SWITCH. SO IF SOME BULLSHIT HAPPENS, YOU'LL KNOW WHEN AND WHERE.
eridan | mags - Today at 11:17
oh wwell thanks thats good to knoww but yeah see you around
Court (Kam) - Today at 11:19
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