>John: Sigh. Heavily.
rooooose, of course you aren’t going to learn about us from the humans. i mean, talking to them can sometimes remind you of things that are evidently uniquely Alternian since humans don’t do things like it, like when the really cute sack of rage goes on a rant about romance—
uhh anyway.
but why would you want to know more about trolls when we are trolls and already know a lot about ourselves??
and troll culture is pretty much just based on us four now anyway, right?
so that’s just really boring!
but there’s twelve humans in our universe we made who are totally new and different and like nothing i’ve ever seen before, which is way interesting!
and not just you in other universes because seriously, yawn.
Cross your arms and stay right where you are. You won’t give up because if you can’t convince Dave to listen to you, then you’ll just have to try your best to reason with Rose until she gives in. Because really, so dull! Trolls this, trolls that — who cares when there’s aliens out there!
John, do your horns block auditory reception to your auricular sponges? I said, I don’t want to.
Humans are boring and irritating and will pose no assistance to us what so ever.
You are foolish.
You turn back to your computer in a huff. When John attempts to lead you, your royal blood starts to boil. This is no place for a fight, though, and killing your general, because of course you would win, is not pragmatic to the overall scheme of things.
Source: eidolistbehemoth
Oh. John.
It’s certainly good to hear from you again. I’d thought I’d lost you to the tremulous depths of the this strange infant universe that we have birthed.I’m afraid there has been little interest in this vapid, yet small area around me. I’ve occupied myself with access to the past versions of our late Alternia’s information tubes.
It’s monitored, I believe. Censored, even.You sigh in annoyance and admit defeat. For now.
Instead, you turn to face this so called leader of yours. You prefer to think of him as a rather mouthy general.You consider pulling up a chair, but that would take too much effort, and you’ve been sitting all night. So you stay standing, gazing down at Rose with what you like to think is a suave, leaderly expression, but what you’re pretty sure is actually a goofy one. But still leaderly.
haha, no way, you can’t get rid of me that easy.
though i have been pretty busy with the whole grub universe thing we produced. it’s actually really interesting. and sort of gross, but interestingly!
maybe you should leave the old information tubes alone, since they aren’t any fun anymore, and check it out too.
You subtly wink. You know that Rose is used to being the one in charge, or at least told she’s in charge, so you have to be careful about how to lead her. Subtlety is key!
You raise one precise eyebrow. You feel somehow, that John has amassed several singly raised eyebrow, but that is a silly thought.
John, what is there to learn about our own culture in the information tubes of this new universe? It is full of irritating humans.
My apologies, let me amend that sentence. The human Rose is not irritating.
Anyway, my point still stands. There will be no Trolls there; I am not looking.
Source: eidolistbehemoth
>Dave: make sure she knows this is not big deal.
You glance back and watch her take her place back at the computer. You are glad she’s not emoting all over the lab anymore. It’s not like you care about the wellbeing of these guys you’re stuck with. They’re just your friends afterall it would be weird if you wanted them to be okay.
But you doubt this lab is big enough not to feel her highness’s royal butthurt when she’s in ‘quiet contemplation’ or whatever she called it. The rest of the room ignores you, you’re pretty sure they’re making nice with their many human specimen right now anyway. Much more interesting than whatever the hell you and Rose are doing.
You slide your chair over so you’ve knocked into her as obnoxiously as possible.
it aint a thing lalonde
just need to stake my claim
you know
cant have any random asshole rippin on you its my territory
You glance over. He isn’t looking at you, just sitting nearby.
Excuse me. Your claim? I know you are not so foolish as to mean you have claimed me.
You narrow your eyes. There is little force in your glare. Dave prattles on often about thinks of very little consequence.
Source: temperedtruculence
((<>!!! ))
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==> Rose: Feel confused and tricked and quite, quite cross.
==> Rose: Do not feel hurt.
==> Rose: Do not feel stupid. Nor inadequate.wow fuck you other me
she might be the empress of royal bitchiness but shes sure as hell better than your rose
im the only one that gets to insult her like that so kick off
==>Rose: Respond to this in the most dignified and responsible way.
You exit your quiet contemplation and return to the computer room. Dave is sitting at his computer; everyone is.
No one is paying you any mind. You walk up to him, stand behind him, but you don’t pay any mind to the computer.
Dave.
… Thank you. That was very nice of you.
You quickly sit at your own computer, and refuse to look back at him.
Source: temperedtruculence
huh
well shit that explains a lot
you seemed snippier and generally more elitist than usual
wrong fucking rose
im not even going to pretend i understand how the fuck i ended up here and instead take my leave of her royal bitchiness for the other me here to deal with
oh it is so nice getting to talk like that and know you cant get me cause were in fucking different universes or some shit
talk to you later heiress of no one gives a fuck
and good luck the me who has to put up with this rose
sounds like youll need it
((aka lovely chatting but feel free to get back to your own troll Dave. <>))
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==> Rose: Feel confused and tricked and quite, quite cross.
==> Rose: Do not feel hurt.
==> Rose: Do not feel stupid. Nor inadequate.
I’m terribly confused at the current point in my existence
Which, of course, I cannot attribute with an actual time, as we are in sgrub, and it denies us such comforts.
However, my think pan is full of very heavy thoughts. I am going to settle myself is a quiet location and perform the ancient art of sitting quietly while thinking, in a non destructive manner, beneficial to my physical and mental health.
((Off for a while!))
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What is going on?
yeah lalonde thats not me
i mean im sure with your intellect as surely far above us all as your caste in life you already knew that
You must be kidding. Are you participating in some prank or another?
If so, stop it. Actually, for whatever reason you have gotten it in your think pan to to this, stop.
Source: temperedtruculence
==>Rose: Enter discourse with yourself
I have long since grown weary eyes to it, unfortunately. I can’t say whether I’d be excited or simply confused to find that there are a plethora of versions of me that have gone through different lives on different planets.
Yes. In the session of the trolls I am more familiar with, they completed their game of Sgrub successfully and created the human universe.
There is no hemospectrum on Earth. All humans and beasts share the same red blood, with the exception, I believe, of lobster and other crustaceans, for the absence of hemoglobin in their blood. Earth society is based on merit, wealth, connections, and drive. While I suppose, if I wanted to, I could become an influential figure, I do not seek to. I am occupied by greater things than Earthly dramas.
I have thought on it, and have decided myself, that this is something more on the positive spectrum of things, directly from my perspective.
My condolences that such impossible sights have grown to allergenic hivesweepings of the particle sort to your senses.
This news of your homogeneous blood is delightfully interesting. I do think that I will take a look at our own universe of humans.
They seem almost like our wigglers. A silly thought to pay attention to them, but you make me curious.
I suppose you are not from this universe. I really must converse with John; have him tell me of their current findings.
Source: temperedtruculence
You are lying. My people do not feel this way.
You spin me tale after tale, each more unrealistic than the last.Are you indeed a rust blooded individual? If so, you mourn only your fleeting lifespan. Your droll wallowing on the path of your life is childish. You have it no better or worse than any other.
In fact, even a high chance of psychic abilities.there is so much i could say about this lalonde
so much
i dont even know where to start
ill just stick with the good ol all encompassing question
is your
think pan functional
at all
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What is going on?
Source: temperedtruculence
==> Converse with Dave
oh
rose
shit i cant decide where my feelings lie now
so easy to pretty much hate you and everything you stand for but also surprisingly easy to pity you for the fact that you have no fucking idea that youre doing it
dare i claim some double reacharound doing acrobatics in my bile sack
or maybe i just need to fucking vomit
ill just go with saying its cute that you think the only problem with being lower than you is that we have shorter lifespans and oh but surely the fact that we can have psychic abilities must make up for that shit so there is nothing wrong at all with having blood that is compared to shit and rust and garbage
we should all just hold hands and sing or some shit right
so despicably cute
its been fun playing games your highness but ill continue to keep the truth of my blood to myself since you obviously have no idea what its like to be anything other than a high blood
bummer but thats how shit goes sometimes
I dislike this turn of conversation, Dave! I am not ‘a highblood’, and am your empress! What are you implying?
Never mind. a foolish question. Your words, ignoring of course your half-hearted attempts at flirtation, are as clear and sharp as transparent reconstitution of molten sands.
You imply there is some sort of constructed order of my peoples. That they would rank themselves. Dare they build themselves up to my rank? You are all far below me!
There is much I am angry about. Or would be if I could find it in me the energy after our traumas. And to find some stoniness in my blood pusher to direct it at the innumerable dead.
If it were appropriate to my state to type out some emotive text construction, or perhaps the word sigh, I would.
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I will say however, you should not feel so unsafe with me. Our game was just that, a game. You mean
much
to me.
You all do.
I will not say that again.
