IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide
Jun. 17th, 2012 06:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
samantha_greyAn old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.
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OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.
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Date: 2012-10-06 02:55 pm (UTC)especially cause evverythin you do is just so fuckin ridiculously pathetic that i cant help but laugh until my thorax is sore
they should considerin wwere the ones riskin our vvery livves wwhile they fuckin lounge about like lazy grubs
you knoww i think id prefer to have gl'bgolyb back at least i kneww wwhat to fuckin expect
murder an armageddon if you wwoke her up
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Date: 2012-10-06 05:43 pm (UTC)So far, though, I haven't seen them do a damned thing actively. They make claims, but it's all pretty damned sketchy. The giants aren't better though. Don't trust anyone using weapons like plagues.
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Date: 2012-10-06 10:25 pm (UTC)shes fefs lusus too i hunted for her food to keep her quiet an from ending the fuckin galaxy
an i dont have a fuckin throne presumptuous harpy but i had a fuckin ship an a harpoon gun an i wwas the fiercest predator on the sea
killin trolls and lusii wwithout fuckin remorse because i was the fuckin orphaner dualscar
[He still hasn't told her about FLARP, has he? That's going to be an interesting conversation.]
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Date: 2012-10-06 10:36 pm (UTC)Well aren't you just the biggest damned action hero of the universe, captain fucking Ahab with his harpoon gun. Think you're hunting me like when you were lickspittle to some 'god?' Think again.
Well, congratulations, now you're stuck here without your precious gun or your damned ship. Better figure out how you're going to hunt again soon or the white whale's going to sink its teeth into you and have you for dinner instead.
After all, the white whale's got a taste for troll, you know. Purple Blood's a little clammy but not bad.
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Date: 2012-10-08 01:49 am (UTC)i dont need ahabs crosshairs or my ship to make you kneel before me like the peasant you are
i can do that wwith my own twwo hands
though i wwill admit it wwould be much more elegant wwith my crosshairs an i do hate gettin disgustin rustblood on my hands but for you ill make a exception
wwhat are you evven yammerin on about anywway wwhat the fuck does a wwhale lusus havve to do wwith anythin
my lusus is a seahorse idiot
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Date: 2012-10-08 02:02 am (UTC)What the hell is a lusus anyway? Is that something you hunt, or do you mean to tell me you ride a seahorse in the ocean? Your story makes less sense all the time.
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Date: 2012-10-08 11:22 pm (UTC)second a all thats its fuckin name you dense wwitch ahabs crosshairs i didnt name it
an a lusus is like fuck wwhats the human name a parent i guess
except a course not a troll
an wwhy wwouldnt i ride him hes my fuckin lusus
my story makes perfect sense its not my fault troll culture is too advvanced for your simple think pan
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Date: 2012-10-08 11:30 pm (UTC)I was wondering why you were brain deficient you glorified sea monkey. This is all starting to make a whole lot more sense. Just add water, and the brine shrimp gets delusions of grandeur.
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Date: 2012-10-09 03:57 am (UTC)you shut your fuckin flappin jawws you knoww nothin about my lusus
he wwas the best fuckin lusus that any troll could evver ask for
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Date: 2012-10-09 04:01 am (UTC)[text]
Date: 2012-10-09 06:51 pm (UTC)an you knoww wwhat just for that i wwont tell you wwhy i actually decided to demean myself an seek out your sordid company
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Date: 2012-10-09 07:05 pm (UTC)[Despite the bluster, he'd actually managed to pique her interest. Was there actually a purpose here, or just banter?]
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Date: 2012-10-10 02:27 am (UTC)fine you knoww wwhat i wwas goin to be culturally sensitivve an do this the human wway but you obvviously havve no sense a class anywway so wwhy the fuck wwas i wworried
you me
goddamn candlight hatedate next saturday
ill pick you up at six do not be fuckin late
wwear somethin you can get dirty
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Date: 2012-10-10 03:26 am (UTC)2/3
Date: 2012-10-10 03:28 am (UTC)[text]
Date: 2012-10-10 03:30 am (UTC)Now I've gotta see what a prince calls a 'date.' This should be rich.
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Date: 2012-10-11 02:42 am (UTC)saturday six in the afternoon do not make me wwait
or you might be the one findin yourself in a unsavvory situation
like wwith my boot up your ass
[Oh yeah. There's no way this can be a colossal disaster. No way.]
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Date: 2012-10-11 03:39 am (UTC)[text]
Date: 2012-10-11 05:18 pm (UTC)fuck im actually lookin forwward to this you better not disappointment
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Date: 2012-10-11 05:50 pm (UTC)[When she closed the text feed, Samantha shuddered. She was a mixture of loathing for the contemptible, arrogant son of a bitch, flattered at the fact that he had continued to be interested, unsure that this wasn't the worst idea she'd had since going to hell to rescue Riese and confused about what the hell, if anything, she actually felt about him. In short, she had no clue what she was doing.
But, it was damned easy to go through these motions with him. His ego made it so easy it wasn't even funny. Maybe it could work... Maybe it was who she was.
Or maybe it would end up just like Juny... God, she hoped not.]
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Date: 2012-10-13 03:07 am (UTC)He couldn't believe that he had actually come out and asked her that. And more importantly, that she had said yes. No one said yes to him--it was something he had grown accustomed to. Eridan Ampora pushed and pushed and then eventually people just stepped back, and he fell on his face. They didn't stand toe to toe with him. And they certainly didn't actually look forward to his company.
Sam... was different. And maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was just a disaster in the waiting. Either way, he had some bragging to do.]