Hmmm, you weren't expecting this, but you are happy with the result. You craft another two of those and then check your grist count if you can make your totem of mind and cool, or something like that. That be using punched cards of A GHOST IMAGE OF YOUR HEAD, BLUE'S NERDY TOTEM GLASSES, and that's about it really.
>Xavier: Stab the basilisk behind you
Reversing the hold on your KNIFE, you do so.
>Xavier: Euthanize the unconscious basilisk
No.
>Wait, what?
You NEVER attack an opponent while there down, and you mean that both literally and metaphorically, it goes against all your Father taught you.
>====>
Instead you sit next to him. Petting his snout, waiting.
>Connor: You have just enough Grist to craft the TOTEM OF MIND. It looks like an ordinary pair of glasses, but you can feel some kind of weird energy flowing from them... neat.
>Chas: Oh dear lord... I just meant you should mess your clothes up, man. Who said anything about gouging out your eyes? Geeze, and they say I'm dark...
Um. Well then.
All things considered, cutting your eyes doesn't hurt that much. Just a few slices, some slight stinging, and then: darkness. You imagine it'd probably hurt a lot more in real life.
After you cut both eyes, you feel your body being pulled through some pocket of time and space, a rather odd sensation. The only way you can really describe it is passing through a substance not unlike potato salad while wearing lederhosen, and emerging on the other side as a rather large woman named Frieda.
Anyway: you suddenly feel yourself lying on a mattress. Your clothes feel different, like silk or something. And you're kind of blind too. So, yeah. Have fun with that.
Yeah, but you need them. Like, right now. You take out your original outfit, as the Postal look all of a sudden feels too in style [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/114661-Postal-3-is-Coming-For-Christmas], and put on your basic clothing. You remove the sunglasses and throw them on the ground, you feel just by holding these new glasses, that they have been blinding you.
You wear the TOTEM OF MIND and make a deal with it face.
>Connor: You're suddenly assaulted by a series of rapidly flashing images and random bursts of noise. In no particular order:
You being sucked into a whirlpool.
Some chick in sunglasses and a baseball cap getting thrown through an ornate violet wall.
Greg and Dirk wearing some weird clothes, and glowing.
Xavier stabbing some bird-thing-creature in the face. With a knife.
Chas standing in the middle of a purple street, facing a Dersite dressed in an overcoat.
A man being strangled by the Black Queen, a pair of bloody boxing gloves lying on the ground.
Rich stepping into an enormous glass cavern, staring at a giant figure at the cave's center.
A guy dressed in spandex shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt painting something in the middle of a desert.
A woman wearing all black sprinting across a checkerboard field, heading towards a moving black castle.
Two strange creatures, with butterfly wings of all things, flying through a swarm of meteors.
You and all of your friends standing on a giant lily pad, facing a monstrous figure, a scepter and giant wrench clutched in its hands.
It's even harder for you to make out the sounds you're hearing. Most of it's just white noise, explosions, screams, the sound of clanging metal. However, you can hear some words. A few random phrases become apparent, such as:
"Bilious Slick..."
"Ultimate Reward."
"...above the Battlefield."
"Denizens are waking up."
"Fork you."
"This world is mine."
"Everything burns..."
However, you find yourself unable to process all this information. Panting, you rip the glasses from your eyes, being greeted by blessed silence and only one set of images. You get the feeling you should figure out exactly what your powers are before messing around with artifacts that randomly bolster their effects.
This being a Homestuck RP, and the way you guys go about your quests, I'd say there's a 67% chance that none of those predictions are going to come true. But, since Connor's the Hero of Mind, that should be fine.
>Chas: Well, you're certainly not in your house. From what you can feel, you're in some room about the size of your bedroom. Interestingly, you can feel a few posters hung on the walls, just like the ones you've got back home. Weird.
Feeling around the area, you are unable to find a door or other means of entrance/egress. Which begs the question of how you got in here in the first place, but you can worry about that later.
You are, however, able to find a large open window, a cool breeze caressing you as you stand by it. Strangely, as your face turns towards the outdoors, a few splotches of white pervade the blackness that is your sight. They kind of look like... clouds? Craning your neck for a better look, your "vision" is suddenly overtaken by a massive white sphere directly above you, appearing to be some giant sun. However, looking at the sphere does not burn your eyes or harm you; on the contrary you begin to feel more peaceful and relaxed.
You and your BETA COUNTERPART head into the house, and into your LIVING ROOM/GAME ROOM. Dirk-F2 sits you down in front of the TV while he goes to start ALCHEMIZING you an AUTOMAIL HAND. At the moment, episode three of BACCANO! is playing on the screen. You normally reserve your DVD collection for your ACTION MOVIES, and just keep all of your ANIME on your COMPUTER. And that remains true here. It was actually your SIS that bought this one. She always seemed to love the episodes involving LADD RUSSO. Between that and the DROOG SHRINE, you kind of start to wonder if she just has a thing for guys in suits--
WAIT NO WHAT NO. You are not seriously thinking about your SISTER's weird fetishes. That is simply not a thing you are going to do. Luckily, ILLIRE decides to pester you right at that moment.
-- unopressedAgitator [UA] began pestering stabsSalesman [SS] at 18:15 -- UA: whAt thE fuck UA: WHAT UA: THE FUCK UA: WHY WERE YOU BEATEN SS: =]=> I consider my remaining alive victory enough. UA: NO I MEAN UA: IT SHOULDNT BE POSSIBLE UA: Also ARE you AlRiGht bRo SS: =]=> Well, after that ray of... whatever it was, yeah I'm feeling pretty decent. SS: =]=> Still missing a couple fingers, though. But we'll fix that. UA: cRAzy shit mAN UA: who thE hEll wAs thAt SS: =]=> Some horrifying mixture of Ladd Russo, Mike Tyson, and the Midnight Crew. SS: =]=> Now sans a couple teeth. UA: ANd thAt timE dudE UA: wAs thAt ANothER bEtA UA: oR ARE you GoNNA GEt fuckEd up iN A fEw houRs SS: =]=> It's Beta me. SS: =]=> He said he came from about an hour after I turned all "red and glowy", whatever that means. UA: hEAds up UA: chAs dRAmA SS: =]=> What do you mean? SS: =]=> What did he do this time? UA: hE did thE sAmE thiNG As AlwAys UA: Rich took offENsE ANd Now i duNNo UA: thouGht you dEsERvEd A hEAds up SS: =]=> Shit. I'll try and clear it up later, but right now there's a whole lot of amputating I need to get to. UA: whAt UA: AmputAtiNG UA: why SS: =]=> Because any prosthetic fingers are gonna be weak as shit. SS: =]=> I have to upgrade to a full-on hand replacement. UA: uh UA: ok UA: you could likE UA: GRAft A GlovE UA: with two fiNGERs SS: =]=> Too easy to snap off the fingers. SS: =]=> On the other hand, a hand made of solid steel might just do me some good. UA: hEAvy As fuck thouGh SS: =]=> Well, not SOLID. SS: =]=> Like, a prosthetic, but made of steel instead of plastic shit. UA: ...Now i wANt somE bAdAss pRosthEtics UA: so hEy i just wANtEd to mAkE suRE you wERENt GoiNG to bE dowN foR thE couNt SS: =]=> It'll take a bit of time traveling to make sure I don't lose any time, but I should be no worse for wear. UA: ok thAts Good thEN UA: so i GuEss ill sEE yA AGAiN whENEvER shits GoiNG dowN SS: =]=> All right, sounds good. If I'm lucky I should be popping up somewhere with my new hand in just a few moments. UA: Good luck -- unopressedAgitator [UA] ceased pestering stabsSalesman [SS] at 18:46 --
Well, that was a nice distraction. It's good to know you can count on your TROLL BRO to have your back when you need him. The CHAS thing is a bit worrying, but you don't let it get to you that much. You're certain he couldn't have gotten in THAT MUCH trouble...
You open the door to your room to find a couple of IGUANAS messing around with your MOVIE MEMOROBILIA, including your FELLOWSHIP CLOAK from that time you went to the release of RETURN OF THE KING. Man, you loved that movie. You take away the CLOAK from the IGUANA, who immediately begins to cry. You guess he really loved that thing. To appease him, you remove the SHEET from your BED and give that to him to wear as a replacement cloak.
You think you'll call him THANIMOX DEMONSLAYER III. You wear the FELLOWSHIP CLOAK for yourself. Considering there's two BETA-YOUs running around now, you figure you might as well be visually distinctive. Plus, there absolutely needs to be a Dirk with a cloak on at all times.
You grab what you'll need for the ALCHEMIZING: A single GLOVE, and a FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST poster. It's the only memorobilia you have from that ABOMINATION of a first anime. Seriously, writers, you cannot give a nation a fascist subtext if it's THE TRANS-DIMENSIONAL COUNTERPART TO NAZI FUCKING GERMANY. Subtext? Ha, toss that shit out the window, now it's an Aesop getting dropped on your face with the force of a cartoon anvil. Anyways, you won't miss this POSTER. However, on the off chance it doesn't work, you grab a COSPLAY AUTOMAIL ARM sitting in your closet. Your SIS got it for you for your 16th birthday, but she wouldn't say how she got it. It's remarkably high-quality, pretty much a perfect replica.
You go through the process with the POSTER first, though.
Yeah, yeah, chill. Yes, you should chill. You feel like chilling.
>yeah, just chill bro. like, drink something or something.
Huh, yeah, you should do that. You head down your apartment and see if anything is still in the fridge. You feel there should still be that pitcher of water your dad always had around incase you lost power.
>Dirk: You create the 1/2 TRANSMUTATION-OMATIC! A white glove with a mysterious transmutation circle stitched into it, this item feels vaguely magical. I mean, scientific. You know. Since magic isn't real.
>Connor: Yep, the water's still there. It appears that your SPRITE's disastrous cooking attempts have not yet destroyed your refrigerator, in case you find yourself needing to toss said fridge through a wall or something.
Then again, considering the massive, smoking hole in the wall where your stove used to be, you don't think you'll have to make another entrance to the kitchen anytime soon.
>Chas: Why would you need to flail madly? As a Prince of Prospit and the Heir of Light, your dreamself is naturally able to fly. Falling out a window? Please, you'll be absolutely fine.
So, yeah. You're apparently floating in midair. Pretty awesome.
Now that you're outside, you can hear the unmistakable hustle and bustle of a large city directly below you. Sounds like there's a lot of people down there.
In addition, you're also able to see a few white things, as you "look" around. You can see two humanoid looking figures laying down; judging by their height and the sound coming from the streets below you, they're likely sleeping in a couple of towers, just like you were.
You can also spot another figure quite a ways away, wearing a flowing scarf and crown, and carrying a wrench?
Hm, pretty interesting. Definitely not a suitable PROSTHETIC for your Alpha self, though. You take the GLOVE for yourself, deciding you'll wait until later to actually test it out. While you're at it, you remember your RAD KATANA was broken by the WHITE-SUITED DERSITE. You figure your Alpha self won't mind if you siphon a little GRIST to make yourself a new weapon.
You rummage through your closet for a while until you find a particular favorite weapon of yours. The KURGAN'S SWORD from HIGHLANDER. You always thought it was a little too big to be a particularly useful weapon. But you've gotten enough experience over the last few days for that to not really be an issue in your eyes. You then take out one of the few items in your SYLLADEX that survived your harrowing escape from the BETA TIMELINE: Your POCKET WATCH.
KURGAN'S SWORD && POCKET WATCH
You then combine the AUTOMAIL ARM with the GLOVE. Hopefully this will work better than your last attempt.
>Xavier: Shoo C-Diddy away
You deliver a PAP to the back of his head, and tell him to wait.
>Xavier: Expound on why you are hoping
Uh...You actually don't why you are. Perhaps, it was something that happened in that ACCURSED ORPHANAGE or even something BEFORE THAT but...
You don't want people to die in there sleep.
>Xavier: Get politely trolled
-- unopressedAgitator [UA] began pestering lionizedAnon [LA] at 16:28 -- UA: yo bRo LA: Oh. LA: Hey. LA: Uh... LA: Illire right? UA: yEAh LA: Good. LA: What do you need? UA: chEckiNG up oN you UA: this is thE fiRst timE youRE Not scAmpERiNG ARouNd thE cloudy thiNG UA: just UA: sittiNG dowN LA: Yup. LA: I sure am. UA: yup LA: Yup. UA: so yEAh UA: hows lifE LA: How ironic asking the Mage of Life. LA: Hee hee. UA: hAA hAA LA: Hoo hoo. UA: quitE LA: Indeed. UA: so hEy why ARENt you lifiNG it up UA: youRE showiNG youR stAbs mostly LA: Making sure this basisilk isn't dead. UA: Eh UA: why LA: People shouldn't die in there sleep. UA: kEywoRd bEiNG pEoplE hERE LA: Correction, then LA: No one should die in there sleep. UA: fuckiNG bullshit kids ANd thEiR fuckiNG bullshit moRAlity codE LA: Sorry. LA: Just the way I am. UA: its cool UA: its cool LA: Hey. UA: sup LA: Do you know my powers? UA: lifE powERs UA: vAGuEly LA: Well, could you expound? LA: Please? UA: wEll thERE's thE obvious likE kEEpiNG pEoplE AlivE LA: But can you heal? UA: i GuEss LA: Interesting. UA: i thiNk you ARE mostly A RolE to woRk toGEthER with othER hERoEs UA: likE cRossovER fRAymotivEs LA: Huh. LA: Fraymotives? UA: yEAh thosE AttAcks you cAN buy At thE shops LA: Huh. LA: I never saw them before. UA: oh UA: pERhAps timE youd chEck thEm out LA: Quite. LA: I haven't seen any shops around either. UA: sERiously LA: Seriously. UA: hAvE you AskEd EvERy RANdom chARActER you fouNd LA: ... LA: No... UA: yEAh pRobAbly oNE of thosE biRds wAs A shopkEEpER LA: ... LA: Dammit. UA: doNt woRRy you hAvENt missEd ANythiNG you cANt AlchEmisE LA: True. UA: so did you GEt ANy of this dRAmA stuff GoiNG oN iN youR GRoup LA: No. LA: I'm the passive one. LA: Ask Chas or Connor about that stuff. UA: smARt oNE moRE likEly LA: Aw shucks! UA: shit bRo youRE pREtty much thE oNly oNE i kiNdA Not hAtE UA: bEcAusE youRE plAyiNG thE GAmE UA: Not fuckiNG ARouNd with Ridiculous shENNANiGANs LA: Stop it, you're making me blush! UA: youRE Also so hANsomE ANd buff ANd oh God i cANt tAkE it LA: Are... LA: You try to be... UA: im still A tRoll LA: Wait let me check my notes... LA: Are trying to be my "Matesprit"? UA: fuck UA: No UA: i Am A tRoll UA: i tRoll UA: i wAs mAkiNG A fuckiNG jokE LA: Suuuuuuuuuure. LA: You can't resist my hot bod for long! UA: =:\ LA: Kidding. LA: I just trolled a troll. UA: oh fuck LA: Victory! UA: i fiNd mysElf At A loss foR woRds LA: You have no idea how happy I am. UA: i Am GoiNG to hidE iN this coRNER Now LA: No, wait! UA: silENtly wEEpiNG ovER thE cRushEd REmAiNs of my miNd LA: I'll never tell anyone! UA: thE GENtlE RockiNG of thE hoRRoRtERRoRs cRAdliNG mE iN my iNsANity As thE fiNAl dARkNEss ENtERs my EyEs UA: GoiNG UA: GRimdARk LA: 0_0 LA: Wow, trolls have emo too. LA: WAIT A MINUTE! UA: bAm UA: tRoll is bAck oN top LA: Dammit all! LA: Clever Mr. Illire, very clever. UA: you cANNot bEAt mE iN A tRoll off LA: You're simply the best there is? UA: yEs UA: yEs i Am UA: ExcEpt thAt timE whERE i wAsNt UA: but thEN i wAs AGAiN UA: so just yEs LA: Wait! LA: The Mighty Illire was stopped!? UA: wAitiNG LA: Do tell! UA: wEll UA: REmEmbER twENty sEcoNds AGo UA: whEN you wERE All likE UA: mAN UA: im GoNNA tRoll this Guy so hARd UA: ANd you did UA: ANd i wAs All likE oh mAN cRyiNG ANd shit LA: Right. UA: thAt wAs whEN i wAs Not oN top of my GAmE LA: So for a fleeting moment, I beat you, seriously!? LA: :O UA: foR A momENt LA: My oh, my! LA: I'm catching hot flashes! UA: wEll doNt LA: Huh? UA: bEcAusE this is dEGENERAtiNG iNto shENNANiGANs lEvEls UA: which UA: is bENEAth us LA: "Us" as in trolls or "us" as in you and me? UA: you ANd i LA: Gasp! LA: You consider me an equal? UA: Not REAlly LA: Oh. UA: but you ARE AbovE thE othERs LA: Close enough! UA: so UA: ANy othER EARth shAttERiNG thiNGs to shARE UA: bEcAusE im out UA: of EARth shAttERiNG REvElAtioNs LA: Uh... LA: Oh! LA: Since we're like bros now! LA: Tell me how trolls mate! -- unopressedAgitator [UA] ceased pestering lionizedAnon [LA] at 17:36 --
>====>
Huh, he signed off suddenly, probably had TROLL THINGS to do.
>Xavier: Use your Lifey powers
Well, you can try.
Mustering all the power you can mustering, you try to SOMETHING for the BASILISK.
>Dirk: You create the IMMORTAL'S CLAYMORE! Oversized, cumbersome, and with a ridiculous looking hilt, this blade can probably deal an inordinate amount of damage. And, it maybe has time powers?
You create the FULLMETAL'S RIGHT LEFT HAND! An automail appendage, complete with four fingers, a thumb, and the various joints and gears needed to operate just like a real hand. It also has a transmutation circle inscribed into it, matching the one on the 1/2 TRASMUTATION-OMATIC.
You can feel a light tingling in your fingers, as though the digits have fallen asleep. Touching them to the BASILISK, your hand glows briefly, and you feel your MAN-GRIT dip a bit.
The BASILISK wakes up, looking around quizzically.
You are ENTIRELY DISAPPOINTED that the GLOVE is apparently to go with your ALPHA-SELF's prosthetic. You dejectedly remove the GLOVE and place it in the SYLLADEX with the FULLMETAL'S LEFT HAND. However, in a stroke of mad genius you find the matching LEFT GLOVE to the one you were using before. You ALCHEMIZE it with the FMA POSTER to create a GLOVE matching the original one, which you make a spare of.
With a pair of TRANSMUTATION GLOVES all to your own, you bring your "present" out to Alpha You.
-- sesquipedalianScholar [SS] began pestering stabsSalesman [SS] at 18:35 -- SS: Happy birthday to you, ************. Catch. SS: =]=> Pretty sweet looking shit here; how'd you make it? SS: The power of love, obviously. SS: =]=> Of course, genius. So then, I guess we need Kamina and then we can do this, right? SS: Right. Any second thoughts yet? SS: =]=> Not really. I kind of wish we could alchemize some anasthetics or some shit like that. SS: =]=> But otherwise not really. SS: Well in that case, let's do this. -- sesquipedalianScholar [SS] ceased pestering stabsSalesman [SS] at 18:40 --
You and Alpha You go off in search of KAMINASPRITE.
>Chas: Well, you would fly to the figure if you could. But, it turns out walls are hard to fly through. And kind of pointy.
But, you do manage to find a large opening in the wall. Some experimental feeling helps you find out that it's actually a door. And that there's a guard standing just outside of it.
He respectfully asks you to stop groping him, and asks if he can help you with something.
>Xavier: The BASILISK looks around in confusion, before slinking off through the door you and C-Diddy just came through. As he exits, a panel in the ceiling slides open, revealing a passage heading upwards.
Judging by the map (Which will be posted in a few minutes) it looks like there are only a few rooms left in the dungeon.
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