BONDSTUCK
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Kalier: Be distracted
Kalier: Browse todays news
Kalier: Read on
Kalier: Revelate
Kalier: Message Oriana Hairan
Kalier: =>
Kalier: Send your address
Oriana: Introduce
Oriana: Write
Oriana: Beck and call
Oriana: Give directions
JackalopeMom: Start mail-guardian duties
END OF ACT ONE ACT ONE
BEGIN ACT ONE ACT TWO
Your name is
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Introduce
Your name is Charii Cherin. you and your sister; Marrai Rayian are six sweeps old. You’d rather not talk about your caste, you don't think your blood color should define you, or how you're treated for that matter. But it does.
You and Marrai have been on the run your whole lives.
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Your name is Kalier Waskin, 6.46 sweeps old and due to the hue of your blood, you are decently well off. You’ve just completed your role as a server player to your moirail, aiding him in finishing what essentially is the tutorial level of a game you have decided to play together and.. well...
well you would much rather prefer a formal introduction but you are a bit disgruntled at the moment.
=> Kalier: Be distracted
This was supposed to be somewhat of a big moment for you, unfortunately the alternian postal service continues to run smoothly, which means newspapers being thrown through the windows of one's hive, a bit too brute for your liking, but you manage.
=> Kalier: Browse todays news
You browse the newspaper, taking notes of intriguing headlines and odd advertisements. A particular column caught your eye quite long ago. A peak in your interest is the fact that you wonder if the author is still publishing. You find it fascinating how she has been able to maintain her position in a career usually not available to those of her caste.
=> Kalier: Read on
Oriana Hairan. She is around your age, a bit younger and belongs to the bronze blood caste. Her articles revolve around fauna and flora. Due to her caste's unique ability to commune with animals, she interviews the animals to get extra insight on her studies. Her overachieving writing paired with her knack for photography makes your mornings of newspaper perusing quite enjoyable.
=> Kalier: Revelate
if only this was a normal morning.
you don't have many hobbies, you do one thing and you're pretty damn good at it. You are a skilled astronomer and you are sure a meteor shower is upon us. You have had a heavy feeling of dread for a while now, that the destruction of your home planet Alternia, is all but inevitable, so you might as well inform one troll while you still can.
=> Kalier: Message Oriana Hairan
virecentCassiopeia [VC] began trolling attentiveNightshade [AN]
VC: greet*ngs, *s th*s Or*ana Har*an?
AN: ✿ - Yes. May I ask how you know my name?
VC: * found your trolltag *n the newspaper.
AN: ✿ - Oh! Wow, this is the first time someone’s reached out about my column!
VC: * am contact*ng you to respond to your call for help *n the paper.
AN: ✿ - Hm.
VC: * am an astronomer and have reason to bel*eve our planet *s about to go up *n flames by a meteor shower. * have saved my mo*ra*l and soon myself
VC: and h*s matespr*t
VC: * th*nk we can st*ll get you *n the game! *t has a way to transport you off th*s planet, contact rowdyDuel*st and ask h*m to be your server player.
VC: * know th*s *s qu*te a lot to take *n and *’m sorry your f*rst fan letter had to be so
VC: ..d*re
Kalier: =>
Underneath normal circumstances, you would block her immediately, but there isn't much time, you estimate just a few days. So against your better judgment you send her the address of your hive.
=> Kalier: Send your address
ORIANA: ✿ - perfect!
=> Oriana: Introduce
You are the famous Oriana Harain. Well you don't think of yourself as very well known. you don’t get recognized on the street or anything but you assume there’s trolls out there who read your articles due to the fact that your career is still intact. You are 6 sweeps old and an up in coming professional botanist and zoologist. As of now you have to write a follow up.
=> Oriana: Write
You grab a fresh sheet of paper and write back with your trusty glitter gel pen, bronze of course.
=> Oriana: Beck and call
thweeet!
=> Oriana: Give directions
you explain to your lusus that you need a letter delivered promptly. You ask if she can do this task which she obliges, you began to tell her the coordinates to the recipient's hive.
=> JackalopeMom: Start mail-guardian duties
And just like that she's gone in a hurry! you are thankful to have such a supportive lusus. Throughout all of your academic and creative adventures she is right by your side. The difference is that now this adventure.. is deadly.
=> END OF ACT ONE ACT ONE
ORIANA: ✿ - >{:D
=> BEGIN ACT ONE ACT TWO
You have been walking on a vast beach for hours now, far from civilization.
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Charii!
It is SO cold.
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Relax!! It’z juzt the ocean breeze, wuzz.
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You weren't raised by a lusus or own your own hive. You had to learn how to defend yourself. You may have not gone through the formal trials as a wriggler, but being thrown into the wilderness directly after your birth definitely wasn't easy.
You have to sneak into villages for essential items, such as clothes and food, you've completed so many heists in your day that it's practically wriggler’s play for the both of you. Two of the items you've picked up over the sweeps are two mobile husktops. you've become quite tech-savvy, your sister? not so much.
=> Charii: Stop walking
Charii: Stop walking
MARRAI: H3y wait a s3c.
MARRAI: Is that a.. p3rson??
CHARII: Ah! Oh-
CHARII: oh my god!?
MARRAI: W3 have to h3lp th3m!
CHARII: Are you zure we could get-
MARRAI: COM3 ON!!!
=> Charii: Start running
Charii: Start running
Your sister grabs your wrist and pulls you to the wounded troll.
=> Charii: Check on troll
Charii: Check on troll
MARRAI: H3y uh you okay?
CHARII: H-Hello?
CHARII: ...
MARRAI: ...
MARRAI: I don't think th3y'r3 awak3.
MARRAI: Um.
MARRAI: Should w3 kick th3m???
CHARII: No what??
CHARII: We zhould check if their heartz ztill beating.
=> Charii: Check pulse
Charii: Check pulse
MARRAI: I just about to say that, by the way.
CHARII: Oh can it.
CHARII: ...
CHARII: well they’re breathing
=> ??????: Wake
??????: Wake
??????: holy shit!!!
??????: please don’t hurt- g-get the hell away from me!!
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CHARII: on it.
=> Charii: Shooshpap
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Charii: Shooshpap
You calm the frantic violet blood.
=> Charii: Check on troll
Charii: Check on troll
CHARII: How do you feel?
??????: beTTer.
??????: beSIDes the spLITTing heADAche... thAnk you.
MARRAI: What's your nam3?
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??????: introduce yourself
...
foRIsk.
foRIsk shARin.
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=> Forisk: Leave
Forisk: Leave
FORISK: i'll uh.
FORISK: i'm goNna go grab some more wood,, for the fire.
=> Marrai: Talk
Marrai: Talk
MARRAI: ...
CHARII: ...
MARRAI: So h3’s not the most chatty.
CHARII: To zay the least.
MARRAI: What.. do you think happen3d the guy?
CHARII: I.. um.
MARRAI: I m3an h3's the first highblood who wasn't hostile to us.
CHARII: Not in an offenzive way at leazt.
CHARII: ...
CHARII: Do you think he’z hiding zomething?
CHARII: Fuck what if he was juzt getting our guardz down and left to call backup?? They’ll never find our bodiez Mar!!!
MARRAI: GIRL NO d33p br3aths!!
MARRAI: I just think it's a bit w3ird how a s3adw3ller just.. washed up like that in front of the ocean. I think it's worth thinking about.
=> Marrai: Get interrupted
Marrai: Get interrupted
FORISK: hey,,
CHARII: !!
MARRAI: YO.
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MARRAI: So, Forisk?
FORISK: y-yeah??
MARRAI: W3 w3r3 wond3ring-
CHARII: if you were up to talk about it.
MARRAI: What happ3n3d? What caus3d the whol3 wip3out n stuff? It kind.. of look3d lik3 you drown3d??
FORISK: oh,,
FORISK: um.. well what hapPENed w-was.. G-gah!!!
CHARII: WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?
FORISK: NOTHING!!!
MARRAI: HEY! Calm it Char.
=> CHARII: Interrogate
Charii: Interrogate
CHARII: NO! I'm not kidding around??
CHARII: If you're plotting zomething, just cull uz now and get it over with.
CHARII: FORISK: i’m not!! i j-just..
MARRAI: We just want to trust you, that’s all.
CHARII: WHAT ARE YOU HIDING.
=> FORISK: Confess
Forisk: Confess
FORISK: i..
FORISK: i.. uhm...
FORISK: I’M A MUTANT OKAY.
FORISK: plEAse j-just.. don’t t-t-torture me. make it quick... plEAse.
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MARRAI: W3’r3 not gonna to kill you.
CHARII: ...
CHARII: We zhouldn't exizt either.
FORISK: i.. but..
FORISK: yoU’re a fuCHSia.. and a lime blOod... aren’t you?
CHARII: ...yeah.
MARRAI: Our whit3 str3aks got stain3d from.. head injuries.
FORISK: chARCOal.
CHARII: What??
FORISK: you need chARCOal and waTer, you can put the paSte in your hair and it should dye it blAck, or atleast obSCUre it a bit.
=> Forisk: Calm down
Calm down
CHARII: ..thank you.
MARRAI: That’s actually very h3lpful.
FORISK: i feel beTTer.
MARRAI: Y3ah?
FORISK: yeah. i neVEr told anYOne abOut my blOod.
CHARII: zame.
CHARII: ..I’m zorry by the way.
FORISK: i get it. it’s okay
MARRAI: I hav3 an id3a.
MARRAI: Forisk. Put your hand n3xt to Charii’s.
FORISK: why??
CHARII: I think zhe’z gonna make a blood bond.
MARRAI: To promise to protect 3achoth3r!
FORISK: oh.
FORISK: ...
FORISK: thAnk you.
=> Marrai: Equip dagger
Marrai: Equip dagger
=> [ C ] END OF ACT ONE ACT TWO
[ C ] END OF ACT ONE ACT TWO
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