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Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in. ]

Comments

[private]

[aim_exorable]

[...]

[Just double checking to make sure this line is secure...]

D --> Well
D --> I imagine you will simply have to wait and see
D --> You strike me as the type to like a pleasant surprise now and then

[private]

[rebull]

[Unlike Darkleer, Summoner is quick to catch on to those types of implications.]

[And wow still very.. uh, strange coming from Darkleer.]

oH,
1, uH...

[private]

[aim_exorable]

[At least right now, he can imagine how stuttering and shy Summoner gets like this and it makes him feel better.]

D --> I am an adult you know
D --> Certainly no 'nymph'
D --> I find it amusing how surprised you get during these sort of things
D --> Or perhaps you preferred the poetry instead?

[private]

[rebull]

uHH, WHOA,
nO,
1,
1 TH1NK 1 AM ALL R1GHT W1THOUT THE POETRY.

[Wow, shut up?!!?]

[private]

[aim_exorable]

D --> Now who is the one being cute?

[Sorry nope.]

[private]

[rebull]

[...Wow weird. Weird weird weird. Okay so fucking uncomfortable right now.]

1 AM NOT REALLY SEE1NG HOW 1 AM BE1NG CUTE,
aT TH1S CURRENT MOMENT.
1 AM JUST EXPRESS1NG MY LACK OF WANT FOR YOUR M1NSTRELSY.

[private]

[aim_exorable]

D --> You were being quite shy
D --> Which I find endearing
D --> Along with your tendency to stutter when caught off guard

[private]

[rebull]

tHAT,
1T'S,
1 JUST HAVE A D1FF1CULT T1ME W1TH,
cERTA1N TH1NGS.
l1KE, uH, aBOUT TH1S, aND QUADRANTS.
aND JUST,
uGH,

[private]

[aim_exorable]

D --> My opinion remains the same

[private]

[rebull]

yOU'LL CALL ME CUTE BUT YOU WON'T ACKNOWLEDGE HOW HOT 1 AM.
tHANKS, dARKLEER.

[Choosing the one that makes him embarrassed... ass hole.]

[private]

[aim_exorable]

D --> However will you survive?

[private]

[rebull]

fUCK1NG YOUR TH1NK PAN 1NTO SUBM1SS1ON,
uH,
pROBABLY.

[private]

[aim_exorable]

D -oiijfsiljdifjdfas>
D -> E%%cuse
D -- I

[Fingers! Fingers fumbling everywhere!]

D --> Lewd!

[private]

[rebull]

wHOOAA bESSY,
cALM YOURSELF, g1RL.
cAN'T GET TOO EXC1TED!
yOU M1GHT SCARE AWAY THE OTHER L1VESTOCK!

[private]

[aim_exorable]

[Summoner. That's. That's just mean. You're mean. Darkleer needs a towel.]

D --> You
D --> are a wretch
D --> A horrible wretch to tease me so

[private]

[rebull]

wE'VE ALREADY ESTABL1SHED THAT 1 DO MORE THAN JUST TEASE YOU.
bUT YOU'RE REALLY NOT ONE TO TALK,
uH,
cONS1DER1NG YOUR NEED TO TEASE ME R1GHT BACK.

[private]

[aim_exorable]

D --> ...
D --> I hope you realize
D --> This means
D --> In a less literal and physically fatal sense
D --> War

[private] 1/2

[rebull]

1'LL HAVE MY LANCE READY.

[private]

[rebull]

oH,
aND UH,
tHE LANCE 1S MY BULGE.

[Just for clarification.]

[Incase you didn't get that.]

[private] 1/2

[aim_exorable]

[Why is he in love and pity with this troll.]

[Why.]

[How is this a thing that happened???]

D --> That's it

[private]

[aim_exorable]

[And suddenly this was video?? Although only Darkleer's shoulder is visible, because he's leaning to the side to reach for something...]

You brought this on yourself, you know.

[private]

[rebull]

[Oh, video, okay. Just smiling, and then ...a little confused.]

..Uh...

[private]

[aim_exorable]

[Leaning back, Darkleer sets a small book down in front of him and clears his throat. His look of aggravation smooths out into something calm as he begins to read.]

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction --
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher --
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly --
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat --
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility --
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.

[private] Video -> Text

[rebull]

[Tiny shriek.]

Uhhhh.

UHHH.

YOU CAN, stop now, dear screaming prophet, you can stop!

[Fuck video, fuck this, quickly turning video off before he fumbles and blushes too much.]

[private] Video

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer just pushes the book forward a bit and clasps his hands together.]

[And looks so.]

[Darn.]

[Smug.]