SUBJECT: So, uh ........ a8out whatever is up with this place?

[hypertoxic]

[ USER: #005682 ]

Since there's fuck all else to do, I decided to try flying around and seeing how far I could get! Not gonna lie, I would have ditched every single one of you losers if I could.
8ut I couldn't! No matter how far or high I fly, there's just ........ nothing. Nothing at all! Though if you go up high it gets pretty fucking cold, so I don't recommend trying it to people who aren't dead.
Anyway, there's your upd8. We are even more trapped than we previously assumed!

Comments

[windeity]

i was sort of hoping maybe we would get a break from guessing games but no such luck.
the forest and the ocean seem to stretch really far too.
even if we kept going it's like we would not hit an end at all.

[parodeity]

haha no clue
i mean
most of what we discussed on the meteor during our jams about the guy was like
how utterly stupid his religion was
which sounds assholeish if anyone is reading this but come the fuck on the chucklevoodoo stuff was just
yeah

[messianic]

[And, rather deadpan:]

Yes, it took me awhile to figure it out.

[Anyway--]

A troll...? [Huh!!] I've never heard of trolls before.

[hypertoxic]

Fuck!

[ smACKS HIS HAND AWAY?? HARD??? ]

I didn't say you could fucking touch me! Yes, I am a ghost. Yes, I am solid. Yes, I died. How the fuck do you think it happened?!

[ she's shrunk away from him now, defensive and on edge. ]

Any other questions??

[heartsteals]

What if I said I'd like to learn about you?

[hypertoxic]

And get treated like some specimen for you to poke and prod at? Yeah, that sounds like a gr8 fucking time!

[hypertoxic]

Are you always this slow on the uptake, or...?

[ she trails off, her grin fleeting. ]

Yeah, you wouldn't have. If you had, I'd know who you were! [ that's cryptic. ] All you really need to know is that trolls are an alien race from a different planet than Earth. That's the whole story, really!

[heartsteals]

Believe me when I say I'm hardly the type. It's simply not every day I hear of someone who can fly. I may have been too brusque in my curiosity about you, but I assure you that it was genuine.

[messianic]

[... That's really cryptic.

Hm...!!]

The whole story, huh... [Seems like it is probably Not The Whole story, but he can tell when something doesn't belong at rank 1 of the Social Link.]

So what's it like on other planets?

[hypertoxic]

[ ..... ]

You get one more chance. ONE. You fuck up again and you will regret 8eing on the same PLANET as me. Got it?

[hypertoxic]

[ aint it just.

also minato honestly you do not want her to tell you about homestuck. run. save yourself. ]

Uh, well. The only one I can really tell you about is my homeworld! Alternia. It had two moons, and a sun much more intense than Earth's, to my understanding. It was a dangerous place to live! Populated only by the young of our species, since once you came of age you got sent off-world to fight in the Empress's wars. As a rule trolls are a warlike race of conquerors, though most of my friends were softhearted losers. [ this is said with a kind of distant fondness. ]

[messianic]

[It's too late, he's too entrenched.

There's no saving himself now...!! Also that's... interesting, honestly. Warlike race of conquerors, huh...?]

...What about you? [Her friends, sure, but how does Vriska fall into all of this? Is she also a fierce conqueror?

(Also, it sounds kind of lonely, everyone getting sent off to fight in some war...)]

[troubadamsel]

Which irks you more, the adorable comment or my advice?

[Because there's no need for such language. tsk tsk.]

[murdery]

[Henry just looks surprised, and maybe a little hurt, but he does withdraw his hand.]

I dunno how. That's why I was asking.

It's ok, yanno. I know lots of dead people.

[Well. He knows lots of people who have died. Vriska is his first certified afterlife acquaintance.]

[explodosafe]

Maybe it's some sort of pocket dimension or space or something. Or something like a toy-chest quirk.

[heartsteals]

I'll take full advantage of your kindness, my friend. Let's try this again. To begin with, could I ask your name? I'm called Arsène Lupin, but just Lupin is fine.

quick log okay?

[drubbings]

Y3S 1 W1LL B3 TH3R3 1N T3N

[ And true enough she can be found standing a bit away from the well, looking small in an overly huge shirt. Her face is twisted up in a frown. Watching wary, as her dead friend approaches. ]