Entries tagged with nepeta leijon

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Nst nst nst

Who: Equius and all you dance maniacs
Where: Case de Highblood
When: the last day of the hat curse
Status: open
Style: I'll match

Equius had resisted for a long time. He remembered the last time this curse came around, and how he got stuck first in a cat hat and then up on the roof with no way to get down. He was not going to be wearing any strange hats this time around!

Of course, Vatheon had a different plan in mind for him, and when he got up this morning, a hat got knocked off the headboard and stuck on his head.

Now anyone walking past Equius' home--or anywhere in the general neighborhood--will hear a deep, thumping beat and see red lights strobing away. If you come inside, you'll be assaulted by music, killbots standing along the walls with their eyes flashing in perfect synchrosity, and all the furniture pushed aside to make room for this.

Welcome to Equius' rave.

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Who:Nepeta Leijon and Equius Zahhak
Where: Casa de Highbloods
When: During the unable to lie curse
Status: Closed
Style: Third person

( Now where could her meowrail be... )

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Who: Nepeta and Tavros
When: Backdated to late during the Gain and Loss curse
Where: Hive de Leijon & Nitram
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Her hive here has become a little sanctuary for Nepeta, as warm and comforting and safe as her cave back on Alternia ever was. Not the least reason for it is her dear, sweet matesprit sharing it with her, getting to do so many things with him, both of them not only tolerating the other's hobbies but encouraging them and gladly taking part. It was good being so close to someone she got along with so very well and whose tastes were so similar to her own, and as she scribbles the outline to a new drawing over a freshly painted wall in their living block, she feels certain that he's going to like the adventurous painting she's thought up this time.

Snap!

There goes the pencil. This new strength of hers is hard to control, and she knows it's not anywhere near Equius'! This event has given her a whole new appreciation for the level of control her moirail has to exert at all times.

Well. At least she can be certain her matesprit will like her painting if she ever manages to finish it.

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Disciple goes back to nature

Who: The Disciple and Whoever
When: Throughout the Curse Week
Where: Around the bubble, or Island
Style: Whichever you prefer
Status: Open

[Throughout the week, those attempting to find or speak with the Disciple may have troubles. Her bedroom lies empty, her SFC discarded, sitting on a table next to her bed. The window appears to have been smashed outward, shards lying on the ground outside. There is a fair amount of olive-colored blood immediately outside the window, but it quickly stops as it trails off into the city proper; almost too quickly.]

[It seems for this curse Disciple has lost as lost her culture and regressed back to her near feral state of her first arrival. In return she has gained something of a regeneration ability, and can recover from some pretty grievous wounds. She can be found throughout the bubble, and eventually the island, once she finds her way up there. She is avoiding large crowds of people, and loud noises. Who even knows what she will or will not remember from her time in Vatheon?]

[Those who know here might know where to start looking for her, those who do not might end up stumbling upon a near-feral half-naked adult Troll as she tries to avoid the more 'busy' parts of a civilized world that is bright and confusing.]

(OOC:Feel free to encounter her wherever, and however you want. She will be all over the place. Woods, Back alleys, anywhere on the Island. The one place she will avoid above all others is the Plaza, however. Way too busy. Message me if you want to set up anything in particular)

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It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

Who: Mituna Captor & YOU
When: April 8th
Where: Phanga neighbourhood (to start)
Style: Action, but reply with what you prefer!
Status: Open

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"Fuck!"

The first thing that might be noticed as Mituna Captor's voice broadcast over the SFCs and filtered out through an open window into the street of the Phanga neighbourhood was the significant lessening of his ever-present vocal slurring. The single, vitriolic word was crisp and sharp, and rightly so for although the yellowblood had woken up entirely blind - the cause of his outburst - he also awoke with every part of his mind slotted into the right place. Like a jigsaw finally being put together, he could fully comprehend what was happening around him in a way that he hadn't been able to in sweeps. Sparks crackled at his fingers and he didn't even have to force it. Not that it would be any fucking use since he couldn't fucking see.

Still, he had enough presence of mind to fumble his way into some clothes and carefully feel his way to the door - not without cracking his shins on one of the door frames along the way - and when he found it and pulled it open, he could feel warmth on his face and he knew he should be seeing, he knew his eyes were wide open and...

Why couldn't he see.

"What the ever-loving, grubthucking fuck is happening," he muttered, gripping against the door frame and resting his forehead against it. Memories floated back to him as he stood there. Noise and light. Fear. Pain. He flinched, shook it off and shivered. This was just his fucking luck, wasn't it? The universe, once again, ramming a throbbing bonebulge right up his nook for shits and giggles.

He sat down on the doorstep and rubbed one temple, trying to organise his thoughts.

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Who: Mituna Captor and Nepeta Leijon
When: March 15th
Where: All around!
Style: Action
Status: Closed

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( SHOPS SHOPS SHOPS )

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Quest log for Equius and friends

Who: Equius and various other questers
When: level-grinding o'clock
Where: All over
Style: kupo?
Status: semi-open; if anyone wants to quest with this guy, let me know!

[You know what sucks? Being a cleric and not getting any good spells until you're at an insane level sucks. Holy is a pretty amazing spell, but you've got to kill a lot of grass monsters to get it. Not only that, but you need someone to protect you from said grass monsters, since you can do no real damage on your own. Life is hard, it really is.]

[This is Equius. He's a cleric. He's level-grinding so he can get some decent offensive stuff, and this is his story.]

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Dey's gonna go huntin' dere, eh?

Who: Nepeta Leijon and The Disciple
When: Current
Where: Starting near the Elevator
What: Disciple and Nepeta go hunting up on the Island.
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

( Intro to the hunt contained herein )

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Grubtime 3: Repercussions.

Who: Those that were grubs, and anyone who has reason to be there.
When: Backdated to just after Curse 39 ends.
Where: Dualscar's hive.
Style: Whichever you prefer.
Status: Closed.

[The curse ends, and that means a restoration to the original form everyone had. Clothing was not part of the transformation process. Unfortunately, that meant that the two grubs sitting in a pile were now back to what they used to be... unclothed.]

(OOC: Separate threads to make this a bit easier, I would think; Or, you know, whatever works.)

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Disciple, why you so little!?

WHO: Disciple and whoever wishes to find her
WHERE: Disciple's Hive
WHEN: Early in the week
STYLE: I will follow
STATUS: Open

[Those close to Disciple may start to realize as time goes on, that a new curse has started, yet they have not seen or heard hide nor hair of the older oliveblooded troll.]

[Wonder where she could be?]

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Who: Psiioniic, Dualscar, Signless
What: The Psiioniic has no idea what is going on.
Where: their hive
Status: first thread: closed for now, may open up once this gets sorted out
Style: confused yet action packed

( wake up calls )

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Who: Psiioniic, Nepeta, others?
What: The Psiioniic has only some idea of what's going on now.
Where: There there are bees, there are nerds.
Status: open to different tags
Style: still confused and preferably still action

( bees! )

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Who: Sufferer and anyone
Where: around the Plaza
When: New Year's Eve, around 7 PM
Status: open!
Style: contemplative

It's New Year's Eve, a holiday somewhat foreign to the trolls, but Sufferer knows enough to recognize it as a solemn, contemplative occasion. At least, that's how he's interpretting it. Or maybe it's just his new outlook on life.

Either way, the evening finds him in the Plaza, moving around it slowly, dreamily, carrying multi-colored paper bags and tea light candles. He sets each bag down carefully, fills it with a little sand or a few stones, and sets a lit candle in it. Those who were here last holiday season might remember him doing something similiar, and the Plaza is slowly filling up with gently flickering light.

It just seems like a good time of year for it.

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16 ♐ Taking foal advantage of things

Who: Rainbowleer and the residents of Vatheon
When: Throughout Sunday
Where: The plaza area
Status: Open
Style: Whatever floats your boat, replies will be from 'ponyleer'

[During the morning until midday]

Don't get Darkleer wrong- being stuck in Rainbow Dash's body, the body of any kind of hoofbeast, is actually rather fun. While it would take nothing short of torture to get him to verbally admit it, it is obvious to anyone with common sense that he's rather happy. You know. When he isn't worrying about a stranger in his own STRONG body.

But there's been an event that's been bothering him all week, and today he can't help but soak in his own misery. Really, it was only a matter of time.

So anyone in the plaza today might notice a small light blue pony with wings and a rainbow on the hindquarters. Sometimes, Darkleer is just laying down on the lip of the fountain or a bench, looking plainly worried and sad. Other times, he's dragging himself about the area, pacing uneasily.

Bother a sad pony?

[In the afternoon]

You know what chases away the b100s temporarily? Flying does.

That sure is a pony zooming through the air and sometimes skirting dangerously close to the ground! Don't worry, Darkleer has gotten control of Rainbow Dash's wings now, he won't fly into anyone.

Probably.

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Who: Dean Winchester & Nepeta Leijon
Where: Hive 2, Phanga neighbourhood
When: After this kind offer!
Style: Whichever. Feel free to switch to brackets.
Status: Closed

( Knock, knock! )

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Must be his magnetic personality.

Who: Disciple and Darkleer
Where: Darkleer's Hive
When: Current
Style: Action
Status: Closed (Except for Nepeta to stumble in on)

( Curse Shenanigans imbound. )

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14 ♐ Are these your horses? Not anymore

Who: Darkleer, some horses, and anyone who goes to visit his backyard
Where: The backyard of the highblood hive
When: Not too long after the petting zoo announcement
Status: Open
Style: Anything you like

Initially, Darkleer had been content to keep his hands completely clean of the petting zoo escape. It had nothing to do with him. Hopefully the whole mess would be cleaned up soon.

And then one of his camerabots spotted the escaped horses and ponies.

So.

Here we are. Him and a couple of horses in his backyard. They totally just wandered in here, he swears! He didn't lead them here. With robots bearing treats. Or anything. Really. He is as innocent as the day he was hatched.

Besides, he'd like something good for once. So anyone wandering past Darkleer's hive or going to check in on him or anything may just realize that there are two equines back there. A rather gorgeous painted horse is content to munch on grass and occasionally be pampered by Darkleer. The other...

Goodness gracious that thing is tiny. Compared to the giant that is Darkleer, it is even tinier. But it is a happy and excited little pony foal, prancing about excitedly. Guess who is head over heels in love with it? It is surely not the grown troll happily playing with it and giving it tentative little head pets.

God he loves horses.

Also, sons, he may or may not have shoved the Chocobos inside the living room so Darkleer the Chocobo would stop bothering Darkleer the troll's new darlings. Dural at least is well behaved and just occasionally perches on the horse's back.

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Disciple's surprise attack.

Who: The Disciple, Nepeta Leijon
Where: Disciple's hive
When: Current works.
Style: Prose, Unless you wish action.
Status: Closed

( Contents contained under pressure. )

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Who: Equius Zahhak and whoever
Where: various places around the bubble
When: evening/night
Style: I'll follow
Status: open

( cut for lots of multi-hued blood )

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The time has come, seahorsedad said

Who: Sufferer and everyone crashing at Dualscar's hive this week
When: throughout the curse week
Where: Dualscar's hive, which he's now sharing with two freeloading holy bros
Style: whatever
Status: pretty open

( To talk of many things )

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♑ > Gamzee and the big big big world.

Who: Mousezee, and anyone that wants to hang out with a tiny little mouse.
When: All week.
Where: Allll over the bubble, check individual threads for more details.
Style: I prefer [], but I can roll with what you got.
Status: Open

[All throughout the week, dear Vatheon, you might find a tiny little mouse skittering around in this great big ol' world. Luckily someone, at some point, put a tiny little shirt on him to make it rather clear that this is no ordinary mouse, it's someone who got really unlucky during the latest curse.

Well... unlucky. Actually, Gamzee doesn't mind it too much! It is fun scurrying around, peeking in everything. The world looks like an entirely different sort of place now. All the food is giant and that certainly is fun. And sometimes he just sits there like woah, man. Man. Maaaaan have you seen this fuckin' tail? What even, man. What even.

Too bad there are so many cats around.]

[ooc: Okay, rather than make a bunch of small, individual logs, Vatheon, consider this your one go-to point if you want to hang out with Gamzee this week. He'll be all over the place, so the sky is the limit. You can also drop me a line if you wanna hash out something more exact first.

plz don't eat]