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Danavel Maujī

"1ns4n1ty 1s be4ut1ful don't you 4gree?"

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a character in “HMSTCK”, as played by 0neTailedf0x

Description

Full Name: Danavel Mauji
Role: Heir of time
[color=purple]Screen Name:
dementedManic
Typing Style: Changes the letter "I" to the number 1 and the letter a to the number 4
Personality: He's calm and it takes quite a bit of effort to get him out of this calm state and into a serious state. He can kill without feeling bad for doing it, in fact he draws the signs of the trolls he kills on the wall of his hive to remember that he killed them. He loves messing with people's minds with his Chucklevoodo, but that will only happen if you manage to make him your enemy. He doesn't care about the hemospectrum and would rip apart a seadweller if they got too close to his hive for comfort. Being a purple-blood he can be quite violent when presented with someone who could prove to be a threat to him, of course he doesn't mind hanging out with people who are lower blooded then him.
Appearance Description: He will usually wear a shirt stained with the blood of the trolls who dared make him their enemy, but of course he also wears a knecklace made of the broken bits of the strongest trolls' horns that he broke. His sign is a black spiral and his horns are big and shaped like the Grand highblood's horns. His blood color is purple, signaling that he is a highblood. His hair is messy and occasionally is streaked with the blood of his latest kill. He has glasses that can stop the rays of the Alternian sun from entering his eyes and blinding him.
Fetch Modus and Strife Specibus: His fetch modus is the most logical one there is. He has no idea why the rest of the people are stupid enough to get such complicated fetch modi, but to everyone their own preference. It's based off of a category system, but he has no idea how many categories there are. He always wondered what the codes on the back of the cards represent, so he wrote the codes down and has a complete book written in the blood of his enemies depicting the codes and item. His Strife Specibus is Wildcard, but it can be frustrating at times. It uses the weapons of his dead foes , but it chooses the weapon to be used at random.
Sburb Player Planet: Land of clockwork and frogs. It is a giant sphere that has a hollow inside with chunks of land floating and carrying ruins for loot or frogs for breeding. His denizen is Hephaestus, but we'll just have to see how he handles this denizen's power.
Backstory: Danavel was taught to be a calm and watchful predator that kills silently, but he was never silent. He would walk up to a hoofbeast and hit it in the face with the weapon he had at the moment, since he was never settle when killing he couldn't be a good stalker. That's when his lusus decided to teach him how to kill without being silent, but in one quick blow instead. Considering he uses a wildcard strife specibus this wouldn't always work, so his lusus had to teach him how to every weapon he picked up from the trolls he killed. He eventually took killing and collecting weapons as a second nature, but he only killed those who dared to try and make him their enemy. Whenever he was invited to his first flarp session, he kind of lost his temper and committed his first mass murder. He changes his killing strategy depending on the weapon on hand.
Lusus: An oversized fox that is fast and strong.

So begins...

Danavel Maujī's Story

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Some idiotic seadweller thought that he could get away with almost killing his lusus. This blasphemous troll thought he could go against the powerful highblood. He turned to the seadweller "What are up and doing brother?" The seadweller was cocky and responded with "Killing you pitiful landdwellers." This sparked Danavel's rage "Repeat what you said brother, I thought you said something blashphemous." He was mad and was deciding to either damage this troll's pride or kill him. It was up to the troll which happened, but Danavel wasn't going to hold back if the troll replied cockily. The troll replied cockily "You disgust me, how dare you talk to your superior like this." A slight smile spread across the Subjugglator's face and he was getting a weapon out of his wildcard strife specibus "Brother this is going to hurt, but your blood will be a beautiful addition to my wall. " He said this calmly which only aded to the fear the seadweller was about to experience. The seadweller was visibly shaken and he replied with a nervous voice "You wouldn't d-d-dare d-d-disrespect the hierarchy." Danavel laughed at this remark and pointed towards his wall "Really? Haven't you seen my wall full of the bloods of my murders? Let me prove what I can do to you weakling." His specibus picked out the weapon of ancestor, a set of juggling clubs with spikes on it, he held them and was mad that he would use such great weapons on such an unworthy opponent. "You better feel privileged brother, you get to be killed by the clubs of the Grand Highblood. I feel bad for using such good weapons on you, but miracles work in mysterious ways." He started his murder by jumping directly into the fight and closing the gap between them quickly, and the seadweller's death would be just as quick. He broke off the seadweller's horns and kept them, since he was deciding to be merciful today. "Go away you pitiful grub, but do not come back or your fate will be much worst then this." The seadweller's horns were shaped like a serrated knife, since this technically counted as a weapon he stored it and stored his ancestor's clubs as well in his strife specibus. Too bad he didn't get new paint for his glorious wall full of paintings depicting many things. He decided to go back inside his hive and check out the disc he found on the body of a rust blooded troll, it seemed he was thrown out of a place by someone who could use Telekinesis. He knew that this troll was probably a thief and was killed without the killer knowing he killed this person, but who cared now. The killer wouldn't dare come and look for Danavel, unless they were a psychopathic highblood like him. His latest painting depicted a green monster that had a skull where it's face should be, but he had no real base to this painting besides his imagination. He wasn't all high and mighty due to his blood, instead he detested those who acted like that and broke their pride by taking their horns as trophies. He had many friends who relied on him for manpower, and he felt happy to help them if it meant them surviving. He decided to troll Zuriik one of the trolls who he knew, but Zuriik did not know that Danavel was a Subjugglator. Zuriik never bothered to ask if he was a Subjugglator, so he never answered. He just recently began to type in his blood color like many trolls did.
dementedManic [DM] began trolling slayronicJustiscythe [SJ]
DM: Hey brother, some se4dweller dec1ded to try 4nd k1ll my lusus
DM: So 1 dec1ded to t4ke h1s horns 4w4y, s1nce 1t w1ll te4ch th1s bl4sphemous fool to not 4ct so cocky tow4rds me.
DM: Oh 4nd 1 4ll up 1n figured out how to ch4nge my text to m4tch my blood color
DM: 4m4z1ng 1sn't 1t? 1 just f1gured out th4t you could do th1s
DM: 1 found 4 d1sc l4bled Sgrub on 4 de4d troll, you wouldn't h4ppen to h4ve a copy of th1s or someth1ng l1ke th4t would you?
DM: 1f you do, do you w4nt to pl4y w1th me?
DM: Th1s d1sc c4me w1th 4n 1nstruct1on m4nu4l for pl4y1ng 1t.

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Character Portrait: Zuriik Taroql Character Portrait: Danavel Maujī

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#, as written by Daxion
Zuriik stole through the day, custom goggles protecting his eyes from the harmful rays of the sun. He moved silently through the relatively thick underbrush. After 10 or so minutes of downhill movement, he reached the town. Sliding past most of the houses, he finally reached the one he had in mind. It belonged to some rich, spoiled brat who threw away some of the best technology, barely broken. Of course, Zuriik would rather steal from her than any other troll in the entirety of Alternia. He snuck around to the back of the house, opening the trash can positioned by the back door. He dug through the food bits and such until he reached the plastic garbage bag that the troll always discarded her electronics in. He opened the bag and sifted through it.
“No, no, no, no...what’s this?”
At the bottom of the bag lay the not-so-golden treasure. A PDA, barely used, probably discarded for some newer model. Zuriik pocketed the find and put everything back where he found it, preparing to leave. A sound reached his ears that caused him to halt in his tracks. The sound of laughter, a child’s laughter. His curiosity got the better of him and Zuriik climbed up the side of the house until he reached a window, forgottenly ajar. Inside he saw a troll, playing with her lusus, a large dog. The two roughhoused and rolled over each other, clearing enjoying themselves. The small troll yawned, and the game was finished. The lusus picked her up and carried her away, to her recuperacoon no doubt. Zuriik was swamped by jealousy. He wanted nothing more than to rush in, kill the girl’s lusus and burn her house and all her belongings to the ground while she watched. Then lean down and tell her “You feel that pain? That’s what I feel every day of my life. Except, you’ll heal from your pain. You’ll get over it. But I can’t. I won’t. Not ever.” Zuriik wouldn’t do that though. For many reasons, the most compelling of which was his unquenchable thirst for justice. Doing such an act would serve no purpose and wouldn’t be...fair. Nor just. Zuriik descended and made his way back to his cave.

Zuriik awoke to the beeping of his computer. He had fallen asleep at his workshop again, plagued by his inner demons while he slumbered. Without a recuperacoon or an ounce of sopor slime, Zuriik’s dreams were never good, he avoided sleeping when he could. Zuriik stared at the creation, newly finished on his workshop counter. During the day, he had successfully hooked up his new PDA to his sun protection goggles. He could now communicate if he was out of his home and could not reach his laptop. Speaking of his laptop...Zuriik walked over to the machine, still making its infernal beeping noise. He laid down on the mat and opened the computer. Oh god, it was him again.

dementedManic [DM] began trolling slayronicJustiscythe [SJ]

DM: Hey brother, some se4dweller dec1ded to try 4nd k1ll my lusus
DM: So 1 dec1ded to t4ke h1s horns 4w4y, s1nce 1t w1ll te4ch th1s bl4sphemous fool to not 4ct so cocky tow4rds me.
DM: Oh 4nd 1 4ll up 1n figured out how to ch4nge my text to m4tch my blood color
DM: 4m4z1ng 1sn't 1t? 1 just f1gured out th4t you could do th1s
DM: 1 found 4 d1sc l4bled Sgrub on 4 de4d troll, you wouldn't h4ppen to h4ve a copy of th1s or someth1ng l1ke th4t would you?
DM: 1f you do, do you w4nt to pl4y w1th me?
DM: Th1s d1sc c4me w1th 4n 1nstruct1on m4nu4l for pl4y1ng 1t.


Zuriik sighed deeply, needless to say, he loathed talking to DM. Quickly comprising a short thought to let DM know how he felt at present time and his current situation, Zuriik typed, hit enter and closed his computer again.

SJ: i 7nst mok3 nb, thuk’s for t4at py t43 may. i’w g33tiug a cobt of t43 gaw3 soou, 4obe me’re uot iu t43 saw3 s33siou, qou’t yon qar3 talk to AS apont t4is, s33 yon n3v3r yon IUSATIAPL3 FNCKIUG BSYCOBAT4!

slayronicJustiscythe [SJ] ceased trolling dementedManic [DM]

Zuriik immediately regretted typing in the line about alienationSanctified, that would probably come back to bite him in the butt later. However, there would be plenty of time to worry about that later, THE PAIN was coming again. Zuriik braced himself and the hills became alive yet again with the sound of screaming.

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"Heh psychopath, that word carries no meaning in this world. " Danavel didn't feel angered that people thought this of him, instead he felt confused as to why a troll would loathe speaking to a troll who killed his enemies. "Is killing wrong? No, it can't possibly be wrong, since my lusus is always right. " He was confused, being taught that killing is nothing more then a natural process makes it seem as thought what you do isn't wrong. "No, I can't be thinking these blasphemous thoughts anymore. I only kill to survive." He decided to run the disc and see what would happen when he installed it. "Crap." His computer's screen went black, since the thing was probably a virus. He decided to go outside and read the manual that came with the game, but this was strange. It was written in a blood similar to Danavel's blood, but Danavel didn't know that he could travel through time and set up this finding of the manual, yet. He thought it was just a troll who had the same hue of purple as him, but it still bothered him a bit. He began trolling one of the trolls he knew, of course he was using his PDA. His computer's screen was black now.
dementedManic [DM] began trolling whimsicalAlien [WA]
DM: Hey how 4re you do1ng?
WA: I'm DoinG JusT FinE, ThanK YoU FoR AskinG.
DM: I h4ve 4 quest1on for you, you wouldn't h4ppen to h4ve 4 g4me l4bled Sgrub?
WA: YaH I do, AS GavE it to me.
WA: I Don'T ReallY FeeL SafE PlayinG WitH HiM, I NeeD SomeonE WhO CaN KilL ThE ImpS.
DM: Wh4t's 4n 1mp?
WA: I'm GettinG AheaD of MyselF, JusT InstalL ThE GamE AnD I'lL EstablisH a ConnectioN WitH YoU.
DM: My computer's screen went bl4ck, when 1 1nst4lled the d1sc.
WA: It ShoulD be FinE NoW, JusT go AnD ChecK up on it.

Danavel went and checked his computer, of course exactly what the blue blooded troll said would happen somehow happened.

DM: Wo4h how d1d you know that it was f1xed?
WA: It WaS NeveR BrokeN, it WaS JusT InstallinG Sgrub.
DM: Hold up, 1 h4ve to do someth1ng re4l qu1ck.
WA: I'lL WaiT, BuT Don'T ExpecT me to WaiT ToO LonG.
WA: AS AnD I StilL HavE to FigurE OuT HoW ManY TrollS WilL be JoininG us on PlayinG ThiS GamE.

dementedManic [DM] has ceased trolling whimsicalAlien [AS]

'Tick Tock' The noise was coming back and this time it was louder then before. He just pushed out the ticking from his head, it was probably him scaring himself with his own Chucklevoodo, but the damn ticking followed him everywhere he went. He was right, it was just his chucklevoodo making his signature noise that later on would warn the imps on the worlds of his session. He would probably go insane without the ticking, since it became a noise that was always there. The ticking calmed him and didn't make him go complete psychopath like his ancestor was. Eventually the ticking will stop, but by the time that happens he will have a Moirail, at least that's what most trolls hope. They're is many possibilities for his kismesis quadrant, but he doesn't necessarily hate anyone that hates him. He doesn't feel pale or flushed towards any troll, and to be honest he doesn't really understand the way relationships work. He will eventually grow up and figure out how to manage his relationships, but for now he's completely confused. He decided to just sit down and think about what to do next, so much time was on his hands that he had no idea what to do with it.

The setting changes from alternia to Homestuck

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Reading was beginning to explain this game to him, but he was confused at how Sgrub could bend reality. While he was reading he was being trolled by WA
whimsicalAlien [WA] has began trolling dementedManic [DM][/color]

WA:HavE YoU AnY IdeA on HoW ThiS GamE WorkS?
WA: SgruB I MeaN.
DM: Ye4h 1t c4me w1th 4 m4nu4l, but 1t w4s wr1tten 1n the s4me blood color 4s me.
WA: I'm to be YouR ServeR, WhilE You'rE to be AS's ServeR
WA: I HavE a PrettY BaisC GrasP of ThingS.
DM: H4ve you deployed 4ny of these 1tems?
DM: 4n Alchemeiter, Cruxtruder, punch Designix.
WA: WoaH, HoW do YoU EveN KnoW AbouT ThosE ThingS?
DM: L1ke 1 s41d 1 h4ve 4 m4nu4l.
WA: CaN YoU ScaN it AnD SenD it to me?
DM: Sure, 1 c4n do th4t.

Danavel sent a scanned copy of the manual to WA, hoping he'll actually read it and figure out how to use a lot of this stuff.

WA: WaiT DiD YoU WritE ThiS?
WA: It'S in ThE SamE ColoR BlooD as YoU.
DM: If 1 wrote 1t, 1 would be pl4ying the g4me by now.
WA: PoinT TakeN.
WA: I'lL SetuP YouR ItemS, WhilE YoU SetuP AS's ItemS.
DM: What's h1s troll41n h4ndle, 4nd why does JS h4te me?
DM: D1d 1 do someth1ng to h1m?
WA: I Don'T KnoW WhY he HateS YoU, BuT I HavE to SetuP HiS SessioN.
DM: See you.
WA: WaiT up, BeforE YoU do AnythinG to ThE DeployeD MachineS. GeT AS's MachineS DeployeD.
WA: AS's TrollhandlE is alienationSanctified, I'lL TelL HiM ThaT YouR GoinG to be HiS ServeR.

whimsicalAlien [WA] ceased trolling dementedManic [DM]

WA began deploying the machines necessary for Danavel to enter the session, but before Danavel could enter the Medium. Danavel had to be sure that he deployed the items for AS to enter the medium or AS may be left behind on Alternia and die due to The Reckoning.

Danavel began deploying the items necessary for AS's entry into the medium, but he was a bit angered that WA decided to put his machines in hard to reach places. He had no idea why WA just didn't put them next to one another, but he was going to be sure to make it easy on AS and put the machines in easy to reach places. He began deploying the machines necessary. He decided to begin trolling AS to tell him that he would be deploying his machines now.

dementedManic [DM]has began trolling alienationSanctified [AS]

DM: 1 beg4n deploy1ng your 1tems, but do not worry.
DM: 1 sh4ll not put your 1tems on your roof l1ke WA d1d to me.
DM: 1'm guessing your busy 4nd that's why your not respond1ng to me.

dementedManic [DM] ceased trolling alienationSanctified [AS]



He began reading the giant manual that came with the disc, and he was sure that WA would read it as well. He didn't know that he shouldn't be wasting time reading the manual, but he was meant to enter the medium at the last second. It was either that or his whole timeline is ruined, but his future self was making sure that his past self followed the timeline correctly.

The setting changes from homestuck to Alternia

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It turns out that Danavel's future self that was making sure that the timeline followed completely was from a doomed timeline, so he was dooming himself and saving Danavel from doom. Too bad his doomed timeline self is busy keeping this timeline safe. He had his machines deployed and he had already read that manual that came with his disc, but he had no idea why the manual was here and he honestly didn't wish to know. He thought this game would be a MMO that would be in 3d, since he thought that the manual was written in the view of a citizen of the game. It creeped him out that the manual had personal information like the stuff that he painted, but he ignored this fact and remembered all the stuff in the manual that wasn't stained with ink. He didn't know why someone would purposely take out spots of the manual, since it was meant to help him. His doomed timeline self knew that if Danavel read this it would probably cause a paradox, so he marked over the spots that contained text that could rip apart the very fabric of the universes. Danavel fell asleep before he could finish the last part of the manual that would warn Danavel to the imminent threat of the meteors coming to Alternia. If he was any other class besides the class he is right now, he would be a bard considering he would help the enemies in a blind rage. He was a Derse dreamer, but he wouldn't be afraid of the horrorterrors. The horrorterrors would be afraid of him, considering he could break their minds and his mind was already fragmented. Rage would have been a better aspect for him, but time would help him mature more and prove a harder challenge. He awoke on Derse again, this wasn't his first time being on Derse and he had traveled around both planets seeing the trolls in the towers before so he knew where all the trolls should be. He jumped out of his tower expecting to instantly fly, but this time he fell straight down. He braced himself for impact, but he hovered with his face an inch above the ground. He sighed in relief and saw the cat-troll he had spoken to before, then he waved to the friendly troll. He would occasionally role-play with this troll, but he wasn't very good at roleplaying while the cat-troll seemed to be good at it. Before he could approach the troll, he heard the whispers of the horrorterrors. They whispered something about a the heir of time being as dangerous as the bard of rage, but Danavel simply ignored these whispers and blew them off as ramblings. He flew up higher and motioned to the cat-troll that he couldn't role-play at the moment, considering he was about to play a game on Alternia that would be fun and cause the deaths of many trolls. When he flew high enough, the black figures started screaming something. "T.. ..ir of ti.. ha. .w..en!" He couldn't decipher what they were saying from high up, so he flew closer and began being able to understand what they were saying better. "Th. H.ir of tim. has aw.ken!" He couldn't make out what they were saying yet, so he got even closer and he could finally figure out what they were saying. "The Heir of Time has awaken!" He didn't know what that meant, but he kept that phrase in mind. "Wait wasn't there something about roles and aspects in the manual?" He thought out loud when he said this, but it wouldn't really make a difference if he said it or thought it. He flew down next to a black figure who seemed to be a writer of the Dersian news, then he asked what an Heir of Time was. "What's an Heir of Time?" He hoped the black figure could respond, but as he studied the figure he noticed that the figure was a female. "I'm just a reporter, so I wouldn't know much about you heroes or what your role would be. But from what I know from reading, is that you are supposed to be the players who end a war between Derse and Prospit." The reporter was speaking honestly. "I'm guessing Derse and Prospit are the two planets here, right?" Danavel was slowly putting together the pieces of the puzzle, but he needed more information before he could get the full picture. "Yes, you're right, anyways I would recommend getting back to your tower where it's safe." The reporter knew that occasionally the queen would issue orders to arrest the heroes if they even thought of breaking a law. Danavel noticed something that he didn't before, the figures had a heart somewhere on their appearance and were carrying hammers of different sizes. He thought this was just a fashion trend and he thought it would do the figures good to change from the black suits into more varied attire. He returned to his tower and sat on his bed, thinking about what to do for the time he was asleep. He didn't have a chance to do anything on Derse though, because he woke up in the normal world quickly and he noticed the time.

It was almost time for the reckoning, but he wouldn't know that the meteors mentioned in the book were actually going to destroy Alternia. WA placed down a cruxtruder and dropped Danavel's books onto it, effectively releasing the sprite. He threw a weapon from his Wildcard Specibus, a rifle that took a bit of time to reload, this would give the imps an effective but slow weapon to fight the trolls with. The sprite was now a rifle that shot bullets each time it tried to converse, this angered Danavel.
[Spritelog]
RIFLESPRITE:〽♛♚♕♟♞♝♜♘♗♔♕♟
DANAVEL: Stop shoot1ng everyth1ng or 1 w1ll person4lly r1p you 4p4rt, you obnox1ous ghost-looking thing.
RIFLESPRITE:♟♕♚〽♞♝♜♘
DANAVEL: Screw th1s 1 prob4bly wont even be 4ble to hurt your ghostly body.

He wasn't going to waste his time speaking to a gun, which only shot at everything in his home. He decided to try and throw something else at it, maybe that would make it go away. He picked up his second laptop and threw it at the Riflesprite, hoping it would get shocked or something like that. It at least stopped the thing from speaking nonsense, but it did make the imps even more powerful than they were with rifles. Now they could compute and annoy him on Trollian, he would regret prototyping these two things when fighting the black king and queen. He got the thing called a pre-punched card and worked magic, he made the cruxite dowel and carved it. He then put it in the Alchemiter and made a clock, he was confused as to what to with the clock. His sprite was trying to get his attention and warn him about the timer on Cruxtruder, but he ignored the ComputergunSprite. He did however see the time on the Cruxtruder and decided to match up the time on the clock with it, and when he did he entered The Medium and The Land of Clockwork and Frogs, somehow chunks of land were not affected by gravity and there seemed to be no citizens in this land. Not including the heart and hammer imps, rifle and Computer imps, and the floating frogs. His server player deployed the Punch Designix and Danavel immediately noticed that the pre-punched card he had earlier had a code on it. He got out the notebook that he wrote codes in, he felt happy that he didn't waste his time writing down the codes of objects in his notebook. He combined two weapon cards in his Strife Specibus, the Grand Highblood's juggling clubs and a whip. He got a set of juggling clubs that were connected to a retractable whip. He was enjoying combining cards and seeing what would come out, what he did next was combine his laptop and a gauntlet. This glove could allow him to type on it with a keyboard that was on it and it had a screen with a scroll wheel to see what he was typing, sadly this gauntlet had a little viewing area and it was time consuming to scroll through his Trollian chat log. He had an idea, he made a little clay statue of what he thought a holographic projector would look like. He then combined the compauntlet with a captchalogged statue of the holographic projector. He combined the gauntlet and the holographic projector, getting the Holo-Compuantlet. This projected a hologram of a computer screen, so he had more viewing area and it also projected a keyboard that would allow more convenient usage. Too bad he couldn't alchemize the card without getting Grist, so he quickly flipped through the manual and saw the page labeled Grist. Apparently Grist was gained through killing enemies, raiding tombs or doing quests. He kept the punched card that would make the Holo-Compuantlet in the pocket of his jacket and then he went outside and saw Imps and floating frogs. The imps immediately went and tried to attack Danavel, but this only angered Danavel and made him show his murderous and psychotic side. He pulled out his ancestor's clubs and began committing a genocide of imps, collecting a lot of grist which would later be given to the trolls in his session who would join the memo he would create later. The Grist would be given to his friends by him given them a program called GristTorrent, he had the program on his laptop for as long as he could remember. But he could never delete it and decided to just leave it there, since it didn't do anything strange to his laptop.

The only way he would stop killing imps is if he had one of his friends message him to ask him how far in the game he was, or if they wished to try and get to the same place as him. For now though, he was committing a mass murder of imps, that would later be called The Vengance of The Dead Citizens of LOCAF. The Heir of Time was known to be the killer a lot of imps in the time he would be on the lands of the heroes of this session. Considering time was his aspect, he would have quite a bit of time to kill imps on his planet.

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Danavel was tired, since he had killed a lot of imps and the imps would not stop respawning. Eventually the imps learned that they needed to wait for the other players to enter and prototype, before they tried to kill the Heir Of Time. He had gotten quite used to jumping from chunks of land, so it wasn't a problem for him to travel. He was letting all his rage loose on the poor imps, so he had quite a bit of grist to waste on making random things. This was stupid, but no one would dare tell Danavel this and he would not stop making random things. He alchemized the compuantlet and Grand highblood whip clubs, since they would be pretty useful. He tried hitting an imp that demanded that he be brought to LOJAH for a trial to take place, but Danavel wouldn't bother listening to the imp and he instead bludgeoned it on the head. He was bored and he tried typing in a random code. "T1ck Tock", but the grist needed to make the object was too much and Danavel was sure he would never reach the amount necessary to alchemize the object. He captchalouged the machines necessary for alchemy, since he might need them again. He used the whip clubs to climb his now ridiculously high gate and he ended up going through a couple of gates, before finally reaching the gate that led him to SJ's player world. He was confused as to what happened and he expected someone to come and attack him instantly, but he was distracted by a message on Trollian. He was contacted by slayronicJustisythe, so he answered.

slayronicJustisythe [SJ] began trolling everyone


[SJ]: 43y gnys, g3t yonr s4it tog3t43r.
[SJ]: t43 w4ol3 fnckiug nuiv3rs3 is cowing qomu ou nor h3ads pnt i've got a syt43 t4at says ot43rmis. i'w cowing to g3t yon.




dementedManic [DM]
began trolling slayronicJustisythe [SJ


[DM]: D4yum, you must've killed a cr4p ton of th1ngs to be 4ble to 4fford to 4lchemize the weapon, s1nce 1t seems to cost 4 lot to 4lchemize 4 random code 1 typed in.
[DM]: By the w4y do you h4ve 4ny 1de4 where 1 4m? 1'm in 4 g14nt c4ve.


The Heir Of Time was necessary for their session, since he would be both an asset and a hinderance. Danvel saw what appeared to be the same machines deployed in his home, so he thought that perhaps he was in the 'hive' of another troll who was in the same session as him. He wouldn't go through this troll's stuff, since he wouldn't like it if people went through his stuff. He tried taking a weapon from his strife specious, and the weapon that came out was a simple knife that he got off of a blue-blooded friend. He had no use for a knife at the moment, but he thought that he might need it later and he stored it in his strife specibus again. He wondered if the troll who lived her was here as well, since it would interesting to see what the troll would be like. He started drawing the green skulled monster he had drawn on the wall of his hive, but he couldn't color it due to not having any paint. This game was beginning to be fun, but he wanted to know how the green skulled monster would act if it was real.

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Among the many courts dotting the landscape of LOJAH, one in particular stood out. The Superpreme Courthouse stood tall and proud, swarming with imps, basilisks and ogres and packed to the brim with imprisoned feline creatures. The crowning jewel of the towering fortress was a glimmering purple circle of light, the first gateway. A lookout on his perch suddenly noticed something rather odd. There was a form fast approaching the courthouse, moving in jumps rather than solid motion. By the time the underling reported this strange occurrence to his superior, Zuriik had arrived. His cat consort had leaped through the portals behind him just before they closed and the two of them were standing at the entrance of the building that they would have to fight through to reach the gateway. Zuriik pushed open the large double doors, surprising quite a few imps with his presence. They dropped their paperwork and grabbed their hammers out of, what else, hammerspace. They charge him and promptly disintegrated as Ω sliced them to ribbons. Ω was Zuriik’s strongest scythe, with the exception of Clockwork, as well as the hardest to use. Each of his 5 original scythes from α onwards were slightly more complex and powerful. β’s blade could orientate itself upward and become a lance. Δ had the same abilities as β, but can launch off its blade like a harpoon. Ψ was triple bladed, practically a trident, with same abilities as β and Δ. Ω was different, it resembled α more than anything. However, on closer inspection, it is much more complex. The staff portion of the scythe is actually many different sections. These sections could be held together or disconnected with a quick twitch of Zuriik’s hand. All of the different parts were connected by chains when pulled apart, letting Ω be used as a regular scythe, a whip or whatever else was needed. In this case, it was used to dispatch a large number of enemies, being held in Zuriik’s right hand while his left wielded the significantly weaker stated but higher abilities Clockwork.

“Meow meow meow!” his felineous companion mewed, pointing down the stairway that lead down into the catacombs.

“Honestly, I appreciate the thought...uh...Whiskers,” Zuriik shouted over his shoulder, quickly coming up with a name for the creature, “but I’m kind of in the middle of fighting a small army right now in an attempt to get to the TOP of this gigantic whatever. I’m a little too busy to sidetrack myself with mysterious basements.” On this line, he unleashed a multi-hit combo on an ogre, destroying it.

“Meow meow meow! Meow meow meow meow!” Whiskers continued to motion toward the downward path.

“God! Fine!” Zuriik replied, teleporting to Whisker’s location. Down the stairs he saw a jail, full of cats.

“So this is what you meant.”

“Meow meow.”

“Yeah. Meow meow to you too.” He patted Whiskers on the head, he had grown rather fond of the cat.



“Oh fuck, not you again. Where were you when I was being arrested by hammered imps? Well, imps with hammers. I’m not entire sure how drunk they were.”



“Yeah, I get it, you love me. You love everybody.”



“Purrrrrr.”

“Shut up for a second, both of you. I’ll be back in moment.” With a quick descend, Zuriik entered the prison. After a couple minutes, he ascended again, with hundreds of consorts in tow. He ran right past the door and into another group of enemies, who were promptly slaughtered. About a quarter hour later, Zuriik reached the final floor, followed by Whiskers and Justisprite.

“Oh fucking fantastic.” An entire squad of fully equipped imps and a ogre stood between Zuriik and his destination. He swung Ω like a whip, around and around, building up momentum. He struck forward and the blade stylishly cut the entire collection down to size. With a victoriously over dramatic pose, Zuriik reconnected the scythe’s pieces and stood with his arms outstretched, offering an invitation to anyone who wanted a piece of him. However, the entire building was completely void of enemies, so the intimidation was completely unneeded.

“Mew.” The quiet sound echoed through the silence, mourning and soft. Zuriik turned and saw Whiskers, holding its stomach, which was rapidly being stained by an olive blotch.

“Oh no. Oh fuck no.” Blood, green and flowing, spread through Whisker's fur and dripped to the ground. This was why Zuriik didn’t use Ω unless the situation demanded it. Despite the power and flexibility of the scythe in battle, it required an impossible amount of dexterity and attention to surroundings to operate the weapon. As would happen sometimes, innocent bystanders were hurt because Zuriik could not control Ω. Whiskers was added to that list. Zuriik held the small feline in his arms and it died in his hands, a gash on its belly leaking its soul out into the world. Within an instant, Zuriik changed from hero to murderer.

“</3” The Justisprite floated over to the body of the late Whiskers, a crack forming in the heart-shaped phantom. The crack opened, like a mouth, and devoured the corpse right out of Zuriik’s arms. The third prototyping occurred with a flash of light.

(Spritelog):
ZURIIK: m4at t43 43ll?
WHISKERSJUSTISPRITE: =====[] me♥ow❤HI ZURIIK!❤me♥ow
ZURIIK: 4olly s4it. t4is is fautastic.
WHISKERSJUSTISPRITE: =====[] me♥ow❤ARE YOU CRYING?❤me♥ow
ZURIIK: uo. i’w uot cryiug.

Zuriik wiped the tears from his eyes in relief. Whiskers smiled back at him, holding a gavel in its left hand and a heart in its right.

=====[] me♥ow❤I LOVE YOU! LOTS AND LOTS! :3~~~❤me♥ow

“Yeah. You too.”

Zuriik stood then and wiped his hands, coated in olive-colored feline blood, off on his hoodie. He stared at the stained article of clothing. This hoodie had been Zuriik’s most valuable survival tool all these many sweeps, as it was the only thing between him and the painfully bright sun of Alternia. He was leaving that old life now, he was going to go rescue his friends. Zuriik tossed it over the side of the building.

=====[] me♥ow❤IT’S DANGEROUS TO GO THROUGH THE FIRST GATE ALONE! TAKE THIS!❤me♥ow” Whiskers tossed Zuriik a small medallion. “=====[] me♥ow❤YOU CAN USE THAT TO CONTACT ME!❤me♥ow

Zuriik nodded at the sprite and turned, walking through the gate without a second look back, arriving in the Land of Clockwork and Frogs.

“So this is DM’s player planet huh?” he said out loud to no one in particular. Pulling on his goggles to message DM, Zuriik found a message from the purple blooded troll.

[DM]: D4yum, you must've killed a cr4p ton of th1ngs to be 4ble to 4fford to 4lchemize the weapon, s1nce 1t seems to cost 4 lot to 4lchemize 4 random code 1 typed in.
[DM]: By the w4y do you h4ve 4ny 1de4 where 1 4m? 1'm in 4 g14nt c4ve.


Thankfully, the large amount of Grist that Zuriik obtained from the first courthouse and spent on Clockwork was replaced by the enormous amount of Grist he had collected from the attack on the Superpreme Courthouse. As for DM's home, guessing from the large cave in the distance, guarded by a large gun-looking sprite, that was likely where he was holed up. Using Clockwork to cut his travel time considerably, Zuriik approached the entrance to the cave. The gun sprite, noticing that he was another player, moved to the side and allowed him to pass. Zuriik stood in the entrance to the cave, staring inside at DM and the picture that he was painting.

“My name is Zuriik Taroql, or as you know me, slayronicJustiscythe. I’m here to save your ass from the impending destruction of the universe from the demon that you are currently drawing a picture of. Any questions?”

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Danavel was finished painting the green monster and he had began painting another painting, but before he could even finish the outline. Another troll walked in, but Danavel did not know who this troll was or where the troll came form. He guessed that the troll must have been a troll in his session, since it was either that or the troll managed to kill the rifle looking sprite.

“My name is Zuriik Taroql, or as you know me, slayronicJustiscythe. I’m here to save your ass from the impending destruction of the universe from the demon that you are currently drawing a picture of. Any questions?” Danavel wad calm, due to him consuming slime. He was calm, but in his subdued state he was more dangerous. Due to him not being able to control his chucklevoodo and occasionally doing things to other trolls, but he would do these things while wearing a sopor induced smile. Sopor caused Danavel to become more violent, since the withdrawal hit him hard and caused him a lot of pain. He normally didn't eat the slime, since it was dangerous and his lusus told him the dangers of eating slime. Speaking of his lusus, his lusus was fighting imps outside of Danavel's hive and his lusus was being beat. His lusus put up a good fight, but it was outnumbered and killed. The sprite saw that Danavel's lusus was being killed, but it couldn't do anything about his lusus being killed. The sprite did the only thing it knew to do in the situation, it merged with Danavel's lusts completing the third prototyping. It would do Zuriik good to get Danavel out of there quickly and to tie up Danavel, since he would soon be going through the effects of slime withdrawal. "Sup brother, I'm feeling weird, and who's the demon you're talking about?" His makeup was off and for the first time in sweeps, a troll would see his face without clown makeup on.

His sprite lusus went into the cave. It saw that Danavel had just consumed slime and it seemed terrified, since Danavel was usually extremely violent when going through withdrawal and Danavel once killed a group of blue-blooded just because they were messing up his paintings that particular day. No one ever dared to ouch his paintings after that day, except for idiots who wanted to be culled. This withdrawal wouldn't be the cause of him messing the session up, instead something else would be the cause of that. The withdrawal would do nothing more then just make him feel intense pain and his purple-blooded urges, but those could be dangerous on their own.


--- You should really hurry up and get him out of here, since he might go into withdrawal at any time and his purple-blooded urges show up more when he is in withdrawal.



His sprite/lusus knew the most about Danavel and how he was, so it was good that it was prototyped into the sprite. His lusus sprite would not be cryptic in giving advice, since that would be annoying and his sprite didn't like being like that. His sprite came supplied with all the knowledge given to sprites, but the knowledge would only be useful in helping Danavel write the manual in the future and effectively making sure the timeline was secure. Danavel would probably be locked in a room on a meteor, since he would have to go through the effects of withdrawal and since he was important to the timeline's survival. The withdrawal will pass peacefully, unless someone decides to unchain Danavel when he is still going through the withdrawal. But only someone who knows what would happen would do that, but surely no one would be stupid enough to release a pain-filled psychotic purple-blooded troll. At the moment he was still calm, due to the effects of the slime and it would be easy to lock him up in a room until he calmed down.

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Zuriik’s expression changed rather instantly after seeing DM’s current state. From confidence to nervous fear, his emotions shifted rapidly. That eerily calm tone, the smeared ghostly aftershade of clown makeup and the occasional eye-twitch, there was no doubt about it. DM was a subjugglator, currently high on Sopor Slime. Zuriik hated his lusus with a fiery passion, attempting to push all things said by it out of his head, with the exception of one bit of important information. This was a survival tip, a description of the subjugglators, the effects of Sopor and the nasty violent curve that trolls who consumed it happened to experience after their high had vanished. Judging from the look of things, DM’s calm demeanor wasn’t going to last much longer.

Talking slowly, Zuriik advanced unthreateningly toward the purple blood. “That thing you’re painting. That is going to come out of the sky and blow up the universe. But don’t worry, I’m gonna spirit us away to safety. Now then, what’s your name?”

“Danavel.”

“Danavel, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Zuriik extended his hand, which the other troll took. After a quick shake, Zuriik bashed Danavel upside the head with a rock that he had just picked up. The latter troll fell to the ground, bleeding slightly from a head wound, but unconscious. The blackblood worked quickly, using a spare chain from his inventory to confine Danavel. He slung the ko’d troll over his shoulder and teleported away, moving through the second and third gates to reach the Land of Machines and Plasma. Within the next minute, Freddy was following Zuriik and the unconscious Danavel.

“So who’s this guy?”

“His name is Danavel. He’s your server player.”

“Oh, dementedManiac? Why’s he tied up?”

“He’s a purpleblood, high on Sopor, though soon to be sober again.”

“Yikes. The chains are understandable then.”

The trio moved on to the Land of Technology and Wind and located whimsicalAlien. He introduced himself to be Gales Neraida, greetings and information were exchanged, as well as the plan revealed. The united quad exited Gales’s base and began to witness the end of all existance. From the surface of LOTAW, the heroes had a perfect vantage point of Skaia as it inverted and collapsed. Zuriik activated Clockwork’s desperation ability, the last trick up his sleeve.

“Get us anywhere but here!” The scythe glowed with a red aura in compliance and the gears inside it began to work overtime. Zuriik brought Clockwork down, the base of it slamming against the hard floor. It exuded a bubble of energy that enveloped the trolls and winked out of existence with them inside as their universe went to hell.


In a far distant future, a man sits in front of a console. He looked young, but his mind had accelerated far beyond his body. He wore a pair of glasses, the lenses of which looked like the ripples of disturbed water. His body was clothed in a outfit that symbolized his authority, power and hardship. A small burn mark in the corner of the room symbolizes his failure. The screen that he stares at is filled with 1 and 0s with a single 2 drifting around. To him though, it is a picture. He sees four trolls abscond from their dying universe. He smiles with relief, a grin that was hundreds of sweeps in the making. It was time.


In a realm removed from time, a man sits in front of a laptop. He looked...crazy, and that was what he was. He wore nothing special, besides for an Ω that was drawn on his chest in dried purple blood. His life could not be told by the soles of his shoes or the shirt that he wore, though the barren rock on which he sat was a pretty good indication that he wasn’t really “anywhere.” Just somewhere. The screen that he stares at is filled with a Trollian chat to an unknown person. To him though, this is a key. He recalls a memory of his plan in fruition, though he did not know it at the time. He smiles with joy, a crazed grin that was perfected over sweeps and sweeps of practice. It was time.


The scene changes yet again, to a universe who had succeeded, but fallen short. 12 trolls now wander an asteroid facility, attempting to contact aliens who may or may not end up helping them. They view their victory through digital windows, seeing but unable to touch. Currently, all the trolls sit in a laboratory, a computer and a friend recently exploded for various reasons. The number of astroidbound trolls is moved down to 11 and in an instant, up to 15. A red orb materializes in a corner, incinerating a nearby fairybull plush. Those present stare, one nearby recently awakened, stare at the bubble in surprise. It fades after a moment, leaving behind Zuriik, Freddy, Gales and a chained up, slowly awakening Danavel. There is a long, awkward silence. Zuriik broke the tension, or attempted to.

“Uh. Hi. My name is Zuriik. Me and my friends here just escaped a malevolent god who turned our universe into a black hole. That’s the short story anyway.”

The apparent leader pushed passed a bull-looking one with mechanical legs and stood in front of the group, attempting to make words come out of his mouth with very little success. He finally settled on a: “Really?”

“Yeah. You don’t mind if we crash here for a while do you? Our home is kind of a...dead zone right now.”

“I...suppose so.”

“Thanks.” It was at that moment that Zuriik saw, from across the room, a female troll peeking out from behind a quite strong looking fellow. She wore a blue and green “cat costume”. It clicked rather suddenly for Zuriik, recognition coming quickly. He stepped towards her, planning to meet the girl of his dreams for the first time in real life. In mid step, Zuriik noticed something. His heart had stopped beating. He sort of spun, falling in slow motion, until he landed on his back. Zuriik couldn’t feel the pain of impact, he only noticed that he couldn’t bring himself to breathe. As his vision blurred and darkened, he saw shapes hovering over him, they looked panicked and concerned through the haze. And at that moment, Zuriik drifted into a deep darkness, the eternal slumber.

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Danavel saw the strange expression on Zuriik's face, but Danavel had no idea why Zuriik seemed so scared and he thought that maybe sharing his pie would make Zuriik happier. He started humming a simple tone, it was a tone someone might hear at a carnival. He knew his makeup was smeared, but he didn't mind and he felt calm. His body twitched a bit, but he did not even notice this and he was in peaceful bliss. A subjugglator high on spoor, was a troll's worst fears come true. He laughed a bit, for no particular reason.

Zuriik advanced while talking slowly, so Danavel guessed that everything was alright and that nothing was wrong. "That thing you're painting. That is going to come out of the sky and blow up the universe. But don't worry, I'm gonna spirit us away to safety. Now then, what's your name?"

Danavel responded with his name and a wild stare, but this stare was more unsettling than a rage filled stare. Danavel didn't like consuming slime, but this was on accident and he did not like the high that came with consumption of slime. "Danavel, it is a pleasure to meet you." Zuriik extended his hand, so Danavel took the outstretched hand. " I'm all up and feeling miraculous. It's so peaceful and…. amazing. Can we stay and watch the worlds blow up into pretty colors?" Danavel was quickly shooken and knocked out with a rock, but he didn't even notice until his vision faded and he went unconscious and his question was not answered. Danavel's blood seeped through the cracks on the cave's floor and made random intricate patterns. Danavel would have found this beautiful, if he was conscious that is. Danavel was slung over the shoulder of Zuriik and they were both teleported away, to the Land of Machines and plasma. Freddy joined the duo, but Freddy would not know who Danavel is, until Zuriik explained the situation.

Zuriik and Freddy conversed for a bit, but Danavel was only able to make moans. He wasn't awake, but his body was only reacting the way it was made to react when unconscious. Then they went to the Land of Technology and Wind, where WA was at. His name is Gales Neraida, but Danavel already knew this and Gales already knew Danavel's name. The group of four left the base owned by gale and they saw Skaia being ripped apart, but they could do nothing due to them not being in god tier yet. Danavel's quest bed was located in a captcha card on the meteor, but it was hidden in a secret location that no one knew of and Danavel would not reach god tier till a specific set of circumstances were met.

"Get us anywhere but here!" Zuriik ordered his scythe to do this, so his scythe complied and glowed red as it worked on getting them away from their current location. Zuriik brought down the scythe, effectively making the weapon emit a bubble of energy that brought them to the asteroid with eleven trolls waiting. Aradia had recently blown up and the trolls were not yet subjected to the massacre that would soon be brought upon them, but this time things would play out differently. Danavel was dreaming on Derse and he was seeing the horrorterrors, but his withdrawal also passed into his dream-self.

He awoke on Derse, on the same place he was the last time he visited. He flew up and he was sober, but there was no one to vent his rage on. He went into the vail and he stared at the horrorterrors with a wicked grin, then a set of ticks and tocks could be heard by any Derse dreamer that was dreaming. "Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, the tock." He would've tried killing the horrorterrors and possibly die, but he awoke from his dream before he could do anything. He probably would have died if he had confronted the horrorterros, since he was not in god tier yet.

He awoke on the meteor, but he was only listening and planning a way to be free of these chains on him. His eyes were closed and he was not letting on that he was awake, until he had a chance to scare the group. “Uh. Hi. My name is Zuriik. Me and my friends here just escaped a malevolent god who turned our universe into a black hole. That’s the short story anyway.” This seemed awkward, but Danavel didn't care. "Tick." This was whispered and it could be barely heard. "Tock." This was also barely heard, but it was more noticeable than the tick. He opened his eyes and saw a troll with big horns and mechanical legs standing in front of the group. "Really?" He seemed to be a shy troll, but Danavel didn't care.

“Yeah. You don’t mind if we crash here for a while do you? Our home is kind of a...dead zone right now.” This was true, but Danavel's machines were stored in his inventory and his quest bed was hidden somewhere on the meteor waiting to be found. "I…suppose so." Danavel would have a chance to have 'fun'. He was feeling a bit demented, since his urges were finally released and he was free from restraint. "Thanks Danavel was smiling, since he would escape from these chains when Zuriik went to sleep. Zurrik went towards a green cat troll. Danavel recognized this troll as a troll who was in his dreams, but he thought that she was only a figment of his imagination. This game was beginning to get interesting, since he finally noticed that it was not simply a game. Zuriik fell down and his heart stopped beating, but no one would know what or who caused Zuriik's fall. "Sweet dreams, don't let the demons bite." Danavel found this funny and he stared at the rest of the trolls in the room. "Sup, you wouldn't mind helping me out of these chains, would you?" He just made a joke, but he also knew that perhaps they would be foolish enough to release these chains. "I'm going to leave you guys now, so see you later." He stood up and he tried to get out of the chains by wiggling out of the chains, but it wouldn't work and he decided that perhaps he could run around the meteor to find something to cut the chains with. He couldn't murder any of the trolls at the moment, since he didn't even know them or their weaknesses and he would be asking for death.

Damn it, I wont be able to do anything at the moment. Perhaps I could attack later, but I wont be like this until I consume more slime. What a waste of time, but I guess I will consume more slime in the future and then I'll have the chance to have fun.

Danavel thought this as he slowly crept towards the teleporter. He teleported to another part of the meteor and he began to hide, since he needed time to think things out and he was still tied up. He tripped over a couple of times, but he still tried to find a good hiding place. He managed to find a place to hide, but he was not sure where he was and he didn't care as long as he was in a good hiding place. He opened up Trollian, by using the Compugauntlet he had. He activated voice commands, since he couldn't use his hands at the moment and this would be the only way to use the gauntlet with his hands tied. He choose to randomly troll someone, since he needed to see who it was that survived his planet's destruction. A lot of trolls were offline, since a lot of them were dead. A couple of trolls were still online and he randomly choose one to troll. He began trolling a troll by the screen name of fragmentaryLast.

dementedManic [DM] has began trolling fragmentaryLast [FL]
DM: Brother, 1 see th4t you surv1ved the explosion of our pl4net.
DM: 1 need your help.
DM: Do you know how 1 should esc4pe these ch41ns 1'm 1n?
DM: 1t would me 1n my endeavors, 1f you could help me esc4pe these chains.

Danavel's withdrawal was causing a lot of pain to him, but he didn't care and he just tried to ignore it. He hoped this new troll could help him get rid of these chains, but he wouldn't know if this troll would bother to help Danavel.

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The Omega was bored. Really bored. He had tried killing, but that made him more bored. Oh look. He had left his contact information on a computer with one of his friends in the past and now a fellow purpleblood was contacting him. This ought to be fun.

dementedManic [DM] has began trolling fragmentaryLast [FL]
[DM]: Brother, 1 see th4t you surv1ved the explosion of our pl4net.
[DM]: 1 need your help.
[DM]: Do you know how 1 should esc4pe these ch41ns 1'm 1n?
[DM]: 1t would me 1n my endeavors, 1f you could help me esc4pe these chains.

[FL]: HEllo danavel. it is very pleasANT to see you. i hope that you are doing well.
[FL]: oh who tHE FUCK am i kidding. you dont want to chat. you just want my HElp.
[FL]: your awful manners aside. what can i assist you with?

DM: 4s 1 s41d before, 1 need help esc4p1ng from ch41ns th4t 1 w4s forced 1nto.
[DM]: 1 wont 4sk how you know my n4me, s1nce there 4re m4ny poss1b1l1t1es 4round th1s g4me.

[FL]: hehehehehehehehehehehe
[FL]: you FUCKing rymed tHEre. as for tHE chains. i cant come and HElp you if thats what you want.

[DM]: Of course 1 know th4t you c4n't come to me, but do you know how to get r1d of these ch41ns?
[DM]: I can't use my strife Specibus, since my h4nds are t1ed.
[DM]: You wouldn't h4ppen to h4ve knowledge pert41n1ng to the meteor 1'm on and 1f there 4re any sh4rp th1ngs that c4n bre4k these ch41ns, would you?
[DM]: Or know 4nyone who 1 c4n troll, to p4ss the t1me.

[FL]: MEteor?
[FL]: oh shit. youre on tHE MEteor NOw? FUCKing fantastic.
[FL]: hehehehehehehehehehehe
[FL]: remind ME. why do you want to be free again? you might HURT some of your new friENDs.

DM: Heh, 1t fuck1ng hurts, that's why.
[DM]: 4ctu4lly, 1 don't know why 1 want to be free, but who c4res?

[FL]: i do for one. i wouldnt want anything to happen to our friENDs. NOt yet anyway.
[FL]: i would suggest chilling out for a little bit. just let this whole motHERFUCKing RAGE blow over.
[FL]: maybe even surrENDer and let yourself be CONfined.
[FL]: just a suggestion brotHER. from one HIGHBLOOD to aNOtHER.
[FL]: GIVE UP.

[DM]: You know th4t 1'll prob4bly forget th1s convers4t1on altogether, when I stop being sober.
[DM]: But 1 w1ll not just g1ve up 4 ch4nce to h4ve some fun.
[DM]: 1 th1nk 1'm go1ng to g1ve our mir4culously-blooded friend 'pe4ceful' dreams. Go1ng to h4ve fun us1ng my chucklevoodo before 1 4ll up 4n' g1ve up..
[DM]: 1'll let myself be c4ught for now, s1nce 1 don't w4nt our fr1ends th1nk1ng b4d of me.
[DM]: 1 th1nk 1 l1ke you, 1'll keep 1n touch 1f 1 ever go sober 4gain.

[FL]: miraculously BLOODed? oh. you MEan taroql?
[DM]: Hehehe, trolls bleed when they h1t the ground, 4nd who else could 1 be t4lk1ng 4bout?
[DM]: Unless, there 1s 4nother troll w1th m1r4culous blood th4t 1 don't know 4bout.

[FL]: HEs NOt asleep. HEs FUCKing DEAD.
[FL]: at least for NOw.
[FL]: and dont FUCK with zuriik.
[FL]: HEs vitally important to my PLAN.
[FL]: as are you. but less so.
[FL]: besides. HEs about to UNDERgo a ratHER drastic change of worldly perspective.
[FL]: you dont need to give him NIGHTMAREs.
[FL]: HES FUCKING LIVING IN ONE.
[FL]: hehehehehehehehehehehe

[DM]: Cruc1al? F1ne, 1s there anyth1ng 1 c4n vent my r4ge on?
[DM]: 1 w4nt to see th1s ch4nge 1n perspective myself, so 1'll l4y off the motherfucker.
[DM]: Brother, do you h4ve 4ny 1dea who wrote th1s m4nu4l 1 w4s suppl1ed with?
[DM]: 1'm guessing 1t's you, but 1t 1s written 1n my blood color 4nd the wr1ter knew qu1te 4 b1t of person4l stuff.

[FL]: i dont really give a shit who you FUCK over. just NOt zuriik. or nepeta. or karkat. youll kNOW tHEm all soon eNOugh.
[FL]: vriska on tHE otHER hand.
[FL]: tHE spiderbitch has it coming.
[FL]: hehehehehehehehehehehehehe
[FL]: as for your manual. i dont really kNOw. i NEVER really cared eNOugh to find out.
[FL]: though i can tell you that it wasnt ME.

[DM]: Sorry for the quest1ons brother, but 1'm t1red of be1ng left 1n the dark.
[DM]: The t1cks and tocks 4re gett1ng louder 4s well, be4utiful sounds.
[DM]: 1'm go1ng to see who the other purple-blooded troll on th1s meteor 1s.
[DM]: Who 4re k4rk4t 4nd Nepet4?

[FL]: some of tHE unluckiest motHERFUCKers this side of myself.
[FL]: karkats tHE crabby one. HEs a FUCKing SCUMBLOOD.
[FL]: nepeta has an adorable CAT fetish and a shipping wall that makes ME want to hurl.
[FL]: tHEy are very FUCKing important.

[DM]: 1'd ask wh4t th1s plan of your's 1s, but then 1t wouldn't be 4s exc1t1ng to exper1ence.
[DM]: 1'm guessing nepet4 1s the one 1 see 1n the dre4ms.
[DM]: 1 love Derse's color scheme, since 1t's purple.
[DM]: 1'll spe4k to you l4ter, s1nce 1 th1nk one of our fr1ends h4s found my h1d1ng spot.
[DM]: Bye, brother.

[FL]: see you on tHE flipside FUCKer.
fragmentaryLast [FL] has ceased trolling dementedManic [DM]

The Omega smiled with near triumph. His plan was coming together, all the pieces falling into place. It was only a matter of time before things came full circle. Then. Then, they would all die.

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Danavel didn't care on bit about the other troll, but he might as well make an ally. His mind was slowly leaning towards sanity, so his thoughts were becoming more like he was before. He had all the time in the universe, since he didn't plan on dying, yet. He heard someone coming down to where he was, so he turned towards the direction of the noise. "Sup, how you doing?" He was smiling a bit crazily, but he appeared to have lost the crazed look in his eyes. He didn't feel as if the Dark carnival spoken of in a religion on Alternia, but he thought that the idea of the carnival seemed interesting. He could finally make sense of what the manual said, but he wouldn't after he went sane. "Forgive me for asking highblood, but what are you doing here?" Equis was the lucky troll who got to see Danavel, but Danavel wasn't going to kill anyone and compromise his image. "Nothing, but what gives you the right to question me?" He was acting like people his blood color should act, but this was only a side-effect of Sopor withdrawal. "I am sorry highblood, but I was merely conveying a question I was ordered to ask." Equis had been told to ask Danavel what he was up to, but Danavel wasn't going to simply reveal his plans. "I command you to break these handcuffs, now." Danavel didn't enjoy being suppressed and he could do a lot of damage without his cuffs, yet he wasn't planning to do anything, yet. "As you wish." Equius was happy that a highblood was finally acting the way royalty should, since Gamzee was a high purple-blood who wouldn't be sober for a while.

Equius broke Danavel's handcuffs and Danavel could finally stand up. He rubbed his hands where they were sore from being cuffed. It didn't hurt too much, but it was bothersome. Danavel would enjoy being immortal, but he wasn't afraid of death. "Take me to the rest of the trolls. I believe that I haven't been able to …." He stopped abruptly and his body convulsed quickly, since he was finally returning to his normal self. He covered his face with his hands, but this was only an instinctive response. The pain of withdrawal quickly subsided and he was his normal self once again. "Highblood?" Equius noticed the sudden convulsion of Danavel, but Equius didn't know what this meant. "Huh, do I know you?" His voice wasn't as threatening and he had no maniacal smile. He wasn't going to continue acting like trolls of his blood color 'should', since he wasn't sober. He was slouching, his face paint was messy, and he had a tired look. "No, but I think it shall be best to take you to the other trolls." Equius still couldn't figure out what happened, but he decided to follow the order given to him previously and not worry about Danavel. Danavel was a bard in another timeline, but that timeline was one where he had slime before entering the game. That timeline was doomed from the beginning, but that timeline wasn't meant to be the Alpha timeline. Danavel and Equius went towards the location of the other trolls. Danavel examined all the other trolls and he saw that there was soot next to a computer, but he had no idea what that soot was there for. He noticed a horn pile in the middle of the room, so he picked up a horn and he squeezed it. It made a "honk", so Danavel decided that he would keep it. He put the horn in his inventory, it was organized into a group called Clown. "Hello, brother. How's it all up and going?" Gamzee was as carefree as ever, ignoring the fact that Aradiabot just exploded. "Hello. Your name is?" Danavel was interested in this purple-blood, since Gamzee didn't appear to want to kill Danavel without a moments hesitation. "Gamzee Makara, aren't names simply miraculous?" Gamzee introduced himself. Danavel was utterly baffled as to how this highblood could be so strange. "I guess. Nice talking to you, but I think I need to do something." Danavel was slightly suspicious of Gamzee's nature, since he thought that it was strange for someone to be calm and whimsical. Danavel simply stood there, waiting for someone to approach him and talk to him.

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Zuriik awoke, quite suddenly. There was no slow sequence, just a quick return to consciousness. Just the feeling of being submerged. Zuriik opened his eyes to an expanse of dark looking green. “Sopor. But it’s been diluted or something. It’s like, weaker now.” he thought to himself. He reached his hands out of the slimy concoction and pulled himself above the surface. With a deep breath of fresh air, he lurched forward, falling out of the Recuperacoon with a wet splotch, waking up a slumbering Freddy in the corner. “What the fuck!? Oh, Zuriik. You’re awake. Wait. You’re...awake? Holy shit, you’re awake. Huzzah!”

“Save the applause Fred, I’m a little wiped out at the moment.” Zuriik rolled onto his back, wheezing with exhaustion at the minor effort of movement after a long time if being stationary. "Fuck. How long was I out?"

"Like three days man, give or take."

"That long, huh?"

"What happened to you? You kinda died there for a minute."

"Yeah, about that..." Zuriik began to explain the tale of what he had experienced while unconscious, with the exception of his crazy dreams. As he did so, he steadily moved more and more until he could stand on his own. He went through a rudimentary yoga routine to wake up his muscles more, Freddy just standing by and listening to his story. "...so that's really it."

"Woah."

"Hey Freddy?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Where are my clothes?"

It was as if he noticed for the first time that Zuriik was covered in slime and wearing only his underwear. He blushed, his cheeks coloring in with teal. "Oh. Uh. Right. Sorry. They're over here, let me go get them." He left the room as fast as his legs could carry him.

Zuriik was alone in the makeshift bedroom, at least for now. It wasn't very nice by many standards, but for him it was. Besides the Recuperacoon, it had a table and chest. Freddy entered the room then, laying a pile of clothes and a towel down on the table and scurrying away again. Zuriik wiped himself off and dressed, exiting the room into the hallway, which lead into the transportalizer hub. Freddy stood right, nervously twiddling his thumbs. “Hey, Fred. I’ve got a quick question or two. Cool?”

“Yeah, sure man.”

“The crabby troll. What’s his name?”

“That’s Karkat.”

“Blind chick?”

“Terezi.”

“Dude with the metal legs?”

“Tavros.”

“Polite and proper girl with a chainsaw?”

“Kanaya.”

“Drugged up clown?”

“Danavel.”

“The one whose name I don’t know.”

“Ah, then Gamzee.”

“Strong one who is also a mechanic?”

“Equius.”

“Glub girl and duality psychic.”

“Feferi and Sollux.”

“Douchefins?”

“Probably Eridan.”

“Spiderbitch.”

“Definitely Vriska. So I guess that leaves-”

“Nepeta.”

“-Nepeta. Wait...how do you already know her name?”

“Don’t you remember? I told you, I met her on Derse before we entered The Medium.”

After a moment or two of thinking, realization covered Freddy’s face as he put two and two together. “She’s the cat-troll!”

“What? Of course she is. How have you just now figured this out?”

“Well, I was a little too busy making sure you didn’t kill yourself in your sleep or anything.”

“And yet you managed to recall all their names.”

“I’ve got a really good memory for names.” Freddy punched Zuriik’s shoulder. “Dude, you’re on the same asteroid as the girl of your dreams! Kinda literally your dreams to.”

“Yes, I know. Just...don’t tell anyone about the whole...fact that I’m super flushed for her, okay?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“You didn’t already tell anyone about that, did you?”

“Nah bro, I just told them about The Pain and the visions, at least as much as you told me. I didn’t think you’d want me to tell anyone about your long distance flush-crush or anything.”

“Thanks man.”

“Anytime. So what now?”

“I’m going to go introduce myself again, I suppose. Then just play it by ear.”

“Oh, by the way, Karkat wanted to talk to you about something when you woke up. Well...he said if...but you get the idea. You sure you’re okay to be up and walking?”

“I’ll be fine. Later Freddy.”

“Later Zuriik.”

The two of them parted ways, Freddy heading back to who knows where while his friend stepped into the computer room through a transportalizer. Most of the trolls were present, either typing on chat windows or just sitting around. Nepeta wasn’t there for whatever reason, neither was Freddy of course. Equius was also absent, though everyone else who could be accounted for was. Gale and Danavel seemed to have integrated themselves rather well, they looked like a part of the one big happy family that were currently living their lives on an asteroid in the middle of nowhere. One big happy fucking lie. The crabmeister himself was seated in front of a computer, deep in typed conversation. No one really noticed Zuriik when entered, nor when he walked behind Karkat. From his vantage point over the cancer’s shoulder, Zuriik could see who Karkat was talking to. Whoever the guy was, he looked pretty alien. Weird colored skin, no horns, typing in sky blue of all colors.
“So these are the humans I’ve heard about, huh?”

Karkat jumped a foot in the air, whirling around to face Zuriik. “Fuck! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” His face was slightly flushed with red and he looked as if he had just been caught with his pants down.

“Whatcha doin there Karkat? Having some kind of crossdimensional interspecies hate-date?”

“No! It’s purely platonic. Wait. You’re one of the new guys, aren’t you?”

“Zuriik is the name you are looking for.”

“Right. Didn’t you die or something?”

Zuriik shrugged. “I got better.”

“And how do you know my name?”

He tapped his temple, sitting down in a nearby chair as he did so. “Visions, remember? I used to see the future.”

“Used to?”

“Yeah. Turns out the whole thing was some crazy scheme by a dick future version of myself. I told him to knock it off.”

Karkat rolled his eyes. “Sort of preaching to the choir about the assholish future self.”

“Oh,” Zuriik replied sarcastically, “so your future self ruined your life by mutating you into a freak and giving you daily doses of extreme suffering? And I thought I was the only one.”

" I'm sure you had a tough fucking life, you don't have to be a dick about it."

Refusing to respond, Zuriik instead scanned the room, looking at the various trolls who were doing - in his view - fuck all. "So why contact the humans anyway? What's up with that?"

"We're trying to...help them...sort of."

"Why? What's so important about them?"

"You know how you get a universe if you win Sgrub?"

"Not until now. Never really got that far in the game."

"The humans are our universe's inhabitants. We...got shut out of our prize by this guy, Jack Noir. And now we're stuck on this stupid asteroid."

"Right." The transportalizer flared into life behind Zuriik as a troll left the room (probably Tavros by the clanking sound he made). "So why did you want to see me anyway?"

"Just wanted to tell you to stay out of trouble. And don't fuck around with the humans. This is a very delacate process, any wrong word could potentially screw up the entire thing."

"Got it, later Karkat." Zuriik turned and left the red-blooded troll. Since there was a computer open, he decided to completely ignore Karkats orders and talk to some humans anyway. He sat down and pulled out his computer goggles to copy over his Trollian account. As he was rummaging around his inventory, attempting to balance out the scales, Zuriik noticed that Clockwork was doing some weird stuff in his strife specibus. He pulled out the red scythe after his goggles, examining Clockwork. The blade was now marked with some sort of digital display, steadily counting down. "The fuck is this?" he asked of no one in particular.

“Clockwork is out of charge.” echoed a voice out of nowhere. Zuriik leapt a foot in the air and looked around, attempting to locate the source of the sound. “This is The Ensightened. I am speaking to you in your mind. As I was saying, your scythe has run out of power. The ability you used to travel through paradox space is incredibly powerful and Clockwork needs some time...and some Time to repair itself.”

“I thought I told you never to talk to me again.” Zuriik mumbled under his breath.

“You need some guidance at the moment. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you what path you should take in the future, I place that responsibility in your hands now. And all that that responsibility entails. I just decided to step in and give you a little tip about Clockwork, seeing as how I have mastered the weapon much more than you have. You see the little switch there by the base? Flick it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about...oh. I didn’t know that was there.” He did as he was told and a small cord popped out of the blunt end of the scythe. “Plug that into your computer.” Zuriik followed directions and pushed the male bit of the cord into the female port in the computer. Every computer in the entire room shut off, going dark for a moment. After a couple of seconds, they turned on again, amidst a multitude of “what the fuck?”s and the single “what the glub?” Thankfully, nothing seemed to be lost, so no troll was the wiser. Except for Zuriik. His chat window had quite strangely been taken over by a list of twenty-digit number and letter combinations, some in different colors as well. “This is a directory of different contactable human sessions, all playing their equivalent of Sgrub. The red ones signify off limits sessions and that one green one there is the session that your new...friends are contacting.”

“So what about the blue one?”

“I’m not really sure about the blue session. It’s somewhat important in the grand scheme of things, but my vision is blurred in that section of space and time. I’d suggest not messing with that one”

Zuriik grinned at this. “As much as I would love to disobey Karkat’s orders, I think that that ignoring your advice is a hundred times more fun.” He moved his cursor over to the blue session’s code and clicked once. After a short loading screen, his chat window now showed four unfamiliar screen names. “valdephonousHost, rocketingHeir, dashingFalcon and smilingUrsurper. So these are some humans huh?” There was no response from The Ensightened. Zuriik shugged and prepared to contact one of the humans when four more names were suddenly added to the list.

“Here. I thought you might like it if you could both ignore me and disobey Karkat at the same time.”

“That’s quite considerate of you. Wait, why would you want me to go against Karkat?”

“I’m you, remember? I was just as sick of his authority as you are, or will be. Might as well let you get some good laughs in before the shit hits the whirling device.”

“Alright. So you’ve started seeing things from my point of view, huh?”

“Not really. I still think you’re being a total idiot. But you’ll come around eventually. No reason to rush things.”

“Whatever. Can you stop talking to me now, I’m in the mood to contact some aliens.” Silence on the other end of the mind-o-phone. Awesome. It was time to get to work. Or play, rather.

slayronicJustiscythe [SJ] began trolling ectoBiologist [EB]

[SJ]: m4ats nb, stnbiq 4nwau?
[EB]: um. excuse me?
[EB]: what?

[SJ]: [I said: What’s up, stupid human?]
[EB]: oh. well, i’m doing pretty well. it’s my twelfth birthday and all.
[SJ]: m4at t43 fnck is a pirt4qay?
[EB]: It’s like...a celebration of when you were born.
[EB]: seriously, you don’t know what a birthday is?

[SJ]: m3ll, trolls qou’t r3ally 4ave pist4qays. me 4ave mriggliug qays iust3aq.
[EB]: uh...okay?
[EB]: so you’re another troll, huh?

[SJ]: piugo.
[EB]: are you going to be mean to me too?
[SJ]: m4at? m4y moulq i qo t4at?
[EB]: because every other troll i have talked to has.
[EB]: so not all of you are mean? i thought that was kind of a troll thing.

[SJ]: …
[EB]: what?
[SJ]: [Cutting out the typing quirk for a second, what the actual fuck?]
[SJ]: [Are you really just that much of a stupid racist fuckhead to think that our entire species is a whole congregations of assholes?]
[SJ]: [Alright, granted a good percentage of them are guilty of that. But not all. There are plenty of considerate and kind trolls too.]
[SJ]: [You’d better fucking recognize that before you get on the wrong side of a psychotic highblood.]

[EB]: yeah, i’ll be honest. i understood none of that.
[SJ]: …
[SJ]: m4at’s yonr uaw3 auymay?

[EB]: my uaw3?
[SJ]: [Name. What’s your stupid fucking human name?]
[EB]: john egbert. nice to meet you! :)
[SJ]: 4oly fnck t4at is a stnbiq uaw3.
[EB]: hey! i thought you said you were going to be nice!
[SJ]: i said uot4iug of t43 sort. put...
[SJ]: 43llo John 4nwau. wy uaw3 is Zuriik Taroql.

[EB]: and you called my name wierd?
[SJ]: it’s a watter of b3rsb3ctiv3.
[EB]: alright, whatever. :)
[SJ]: y3a4. (: to yon too.
[EB]: so what do you want anyway?
[SJ]: 7nst maut3q to 43lb yon ont a littl3 pit. mit4 iuforwatiou auq snc4.
[SJ]: so m4at qo yon maut to kuom?

[EB]: out of anything?
[SJ]: ynb.
[EB]: um...
[EB]: what’s the meaning of life?

[SJ]: liv3.
[EB]: just live? that’s kinda...
[EB]: simple.

[SJ]: it’s life, uot a fnckiug riqql3.
[EB]: i thought life was a riddle.
[SJ]: i qou’t t4iuk so. i w3au. i’w uot r3ally oue to talk t4ong4.
[SJ]: i w3au. i’v3 liv3q wy 3utir3 lif3 for lov3. so y3a4.
[SJ]: i gn33s lif3 is w4at yon wak3 of it.

[EB]: aww. that’s really cute. :)
[SJ]: m4at?
[EB]: you’ve lived your life for love? that’s such an adorable thing to say.
[SJ]: …
[SJ]: John 4nwau?

[EB]: yeah?
[SJ]: s4nt t43 fnck nb.
[EB]: oh.
[SJ]: (:
[EB]: oh!
[EB]: well you shut the fuck up too zuriik! :)

[SJ]: rig4t. i’ll l3av3 yon for uom t43u. lat3r John.
[EB]: alright, see you later man.

slayronicJustiscythe [SJ] ceased trolling ectoBiologist [EB]

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Danavel simply watched Zuriik speak to Karkat, but he didn't want to interfere till their conversation was over. Danavel's mind was cleared up, since he wasn't sober anymore. He didn't plan on going sober again, but it would be inevitable. Danavel walked towards Karkat after Zuriik left Karkat alone. "Excuse me, but what happened in the short time that I was 'unpleasant'?" Danavel's voice was calm and his expression was blank. "Why don't you fucking tell me?" Karkat was annoyed with Danavel, for no apparent reason. There was a reason for Karkat's annoyance, other than his normal crabbiness, but this reason shall be revealed later. "I'm guessing I probably did something you are not too fond of." This wasn't a question, it was a statement. "I don't care, just don't mess with the humans." Karkat had forgotten that Danavel knew nothing of the humans. "Humans?" Danavel was geniunely interested, since he had never heard of the strange "humans". "I'm not going to bother explaining. Just... don't bother them." Karkat was too exhausted to pursue argueing. Danavel was quite frankly annoyed with the attitude of Karkat, and Danavel would have culled Karkat right there if he was threatened.

Danavel walked towards Terezi, since he needed to introduce himself. He had seemed eerie and dangerous before, but he decided to not waste his time standing. Terezi heard him approach before he got into a range for conversation. A smile appeared on her face. Danavel was surprised, since he had barely made any noise. She couldn't smell him very well, so she mistook him for Gamzee. "Gamzee? Hehehe, you don't smell like slime. Have you finally given up your addiction?" Terezi wouldn't try acting like a moiral towards Gamzee, since that would be interrupting Gamzee and Karkat's moirailligence. "Gamzee is the other purple-blooded troll, correct?" Danavel asked a question that would probably confuse Terezi, if she didn't get the information regarding the arrival of the new trolls. "Huh?" She was a bit confused, since she forgot that there were new trolls on the meteor, and that one of those trolls was the purple-blooded Danavel. "Oh, you're one of the new trolls. Heh, welcome to our fun little carnival!" She cackled wildly before saying this. She walked closer to where she thought he was, but he didn't back away. He felt no danger from her, since she appeared to be blind. "Yes, I am. Anyways, what are you doing?" Danavel didn't exactly know what she was doing, and he didn't want to assume anything. "Smelling you." Terezi said this nonchalantly, as if it were normal to smell things. Danavel had heard about ways for trolls to overcome their disabilities, and this was a good example. However, it wasn't really a disability, since she had probably never known what it was like to have vision. Being blind was probably an advantage to her, since she could notice more things. "You smell like Gamzee, but not enough to be confused as him. His scent probably mixed in with yours and created a new scent. Your personal smell is confusing and it's beginning to hurt my head." She couldn't make out the distinction in his smell, so she gave up. She would have licked him, but this could be considered agression. Danavel would have tried learning more about smells, but he couldn't due to Zuriik seeming to be in pain. Danavel would have talked to Nepeta, but he couldn't ignore Zuriik's condition.

Danavel's iris became bigger as he saw that Zuriik appeared to be... choking? How could Zuriik be choking without a source? Danavel didn't hear the screaming, since he was still trying to figure out how Zuriik could choke without a source. "Zuriik! Are you okay? Speak to me bro, what's going on?!" These words brought Danavel back to his senses and he immediately went towards Zuriik. "Come on Zuriik, don't go limp on me." Danavel felt no pity for Zuriik, since other trolls have experienced much worse fates. Like having their horns broken inch by inch. This thought reminded Danavel of Equius's broken horn, but Danavel couldn't pursue that subject at the moment. "Sorry, don't mean to. Don't really have much control over my body right now." Zuriik chuckled, trying to make the situation seem mediocre and funny. But it didn't convince anyone that this situation was not dangerous. Even the laid back Gamzee seemed to be slightly concerned. Danavel saw the thin sheet of black blood, but he cared not for the color of Zuriik's blood. Everyone could bleed, and that was enough to convince Danavel that everyone was equal. "Sorry for the mess." Zuriik... apologized? "I promise that I'll clean it up in a couple hours. Once I'm back to full strength." Zuriik just dissapointed Danavel. Danavel wanted to use the blood for a new painting, but now he couldn't. Danavel wouldn't forcibly use a troll's blood, unless said troll was dead.

" Just shut up for a second." Freddy said this, with a seemingly concerned tone in his voice. "Stop trying to do things your body can't handle right now." Freddy seemed to be ordering Zuriik around, but no one seemed to notice or no one cared enough to point it out. "Put me down." What? Did Zuriik seriously expect that he could move after what just happened. Stupid, naive, and stupid were the words that flashed into Danavel's mind. Survival didn't care about pride, and no troll should either. "Fuck you, I can stand just fine." Zuriik could have easily been culled for these simple words, but no one would do that to him, yet.

Equius followed the order to put Zuriik down. ZUriik wobbled, but he seemed to be used to this sort of thing. Zuriik somehow made it to the transportalizer. Other trolls were following, but Danavel managed to get them to get back with a swipe of his hand. Danavel went into the hub shortly after Zuriik arrived. Danavel followed the noise of a door closing, then he went into the room. He saw a pitiful sight, a troll crying in a corner. "Fuck me, Fuck this, Fuck...everything." Zuriik seemed to be in a deep state of sadness, or another undescribable emotion. "Stop crying, it makes everyone think you're weak." Danavel had a calm tone to his voice. He was commanding, but also giving advice. "I know you're not weak. You managed to save me and the others when the worlds were about to blow up. I'm not going to simply let that go unnoticed." Danavel sat two feet away from Zuriik. "Now, stop crying and pull yourself together." Danavel would have done more, but he wasn't this troll's moiral, and the other troll would have probably taken any more help as an insult.

The black-blood whirled around wih a start, staring at Danavel in suprise, his cheeks wet with dark tears. "What...oh. It's you." He sighed, putting his head back down. "What do you want?" Zuriik asked quietly.

"Tell me, are you crying because your being pitied by the trolls on this meteor, or due to the pain from what just happened?" Danavel didn't want to ask about what exactly happened to Zuriik, since thta would have probably been to personal information to share.

"It wasn't the pain. Fuck, the pain was bearable. I've felt suffering like that before. All the time actually." he answered, avoiding part of Danavel's question.

"So my suspicion was right." Danavel mumbled this to himself. Zuriik had just answered Danavle's question, including the one he didn't ask. "Was the pain any different this time?" Danavel simply wanted to continue the conversation, and this seemed like the easiest way to not ask a question that could make Zuriik uncomforatble.

"Well, it wasn't caused by my obnoxious alternate future self apparently. And the visions were a little...different, yeah. Other than that, same old pain."

"I'm guessing that I also have a future self, but this is simply a theory. Anyways, on to more pressing questions. Is your future self comfortable with you sharing the fact that he exists with me?" Danavel felt that Zuriik had acted on a whim, but he couldn't be sure. It could be possible that all of this was planned, but it was highly unlikely.

"I don't think he cares. Even if he did, I wouldn't really give a fuck. The guy is beyond insufferable."

"Aren't you calling yourself insufferable? I mean, he is you from a different timeline, right?" Danavel wondered how Zuriik could think his future version was insufferable, without trying to understand the future version of himself.

"Not really. I'm nothing like the guy, believe me. He's made sure of that." Zuriik let out a sigh and lifted his head up slightly, staring at the ground with a blank expression, though his eyes still reflected some amount of sadness.

"So he's pretty much an omniscient version of yourself, who wishes to control your future and make you take the least crappy path? That must seriously suck." Danavel didn't have any pity in his voice, instead it was still the same calm and collected voice he always had. Zuriik had probably only seen Danavel sober.

The scythe-wielder glanced at his friend. "...yeah. Kinda. Weird how you guessed it that accurately. Except, he's not trying to make me take the less crappy path. The path he put me on is absolutely shitty, fucking terrible in fact. He wants me to be some kind of..repentance for him. Like, correct his mistakes through me. I swear, he's completely crazy. The guy's ruined my entire life because he made some stupid choice or whatever." Zuriik's voice raised slightly until he caught himself and dropped back into a quieter tone once again. "So yeah. Total asshole."

"Time mechanics sound completely stupid and hard to figure out. I can imagine that he'll probably lecture you or something like that. If I were in his position, I would probably try killing all my problems to make them go away. Guess I'm crazy too. Anyways, has he warned you about anyone dangerous or anything that could possibly kill us in a mili-second? I'm sure that he wouldn't just interfere with your life without giving you advice, unless he's a total jerk." Danavel wanted to know if he was going to have to face any god-like being in the future, so asking Zuriik seemed like an easy choice.

"I don't really know if he's in any position to kill anyone. Apperently, his entire session's been slaughtered by...some demon. And he's dead now too. I have no idea how the guy keeps contacting me. Anyway, as for the interfering? You have no fucking idea. That asshole is responsible for my mutant freak blood color, through some process to turn me into a powerful Heir of Doom sooner or something. And that blood, in turn, is the reason that my lusus fucking abandoned me when I was 4 sweeps old, to fend for myself, alone, in the wild! Advice isn't the only thing that fucker's given me."

"Damn, I would probably kill him if he did that to me, but then again, I am a murderous highblood. It's probably just instinct. Anyways, how would he be able to change your blood color? Is your black blood a representation of doom or something like that?" Danavel felt like if he was finally getting somewhere with his questions, but he had too many to ask in one sitting.

"I guess so. That's what he's told me, anyways. Black blood and darker skin, signs of a Doomite if ever there were ones. How he altered me...I honestly have no clue. It came along with The Pain though, that and my visions."

"Wait, you said that he's an alternate you, rigth? Then, would there be an alternate me in his timeline? If so, did I snap and kill anyone?" Danavel hoped that he hadn't commited mass murder in another timeline, since he didn't particularly like killing. Killing was just an instinctive action that he couldn't control.

"He didn't say anything about you specificly. Or anyone else for that matter...sort of. His timeline is kinda the same as ours, just that his session lasted a little bit longer. But it still got destroyed. And the versions of all four of us, he teleported to this very asteroid. Or another iteration of it. And the same bunch of trolls were there. He never really mentioned...much anyone but...her." Zuriik's voice trailed off. "Never mind, just...forget I said anything." he quickly added, his cheeks darkening a slightly darker shade.

"I wont ask about 'her', since that seems too personal for me to ask about. Anyways. Does he know what aspect and or role I am? It could be severly dangerous if another version of me escaped. You did see what I was like sober, right?" Danavel's future version had already went god-tier, but his future version wasn't very good-natured. His future version was sober, and determined to cause damage.

"Another version? Danavel, everyone's dead where he came from. Including you. And, I don't think you were that dangerous in his universe. He said that everyone fought along side him when...they stood against the demon. That green motherfucker that blew up both our sessions. And I'm fairly certain that you're a part of everyone. So, whatever you do while sober, you get better by the time it really matters. Or get forgiven. Or both."

"That's a relief, I guess." Danavel still had a suspicion that there was another version of him out there, since there could be multiple doomed timelines. It would be impossible for there to only be one timeline, so there would have to be at least one version of him that escaped. Danavel wouldn't show his suspicion of there being another one of him, yet. He felt no reason to share that information. "Should we go back to the other trolls? I'm guessing they're probably worried about you. Or we could continue discussing the confusing mechanics of time, space, and fate."

"You can go ahead, if you like. I'm still a little...don't really want to go back yet. There's really no reason...only a couple reasons for me to return to those guys. Actually, just one." Zuriik let out a quiet chuckle, hugging his knees in towards his chest. "Yeah, just the one. I'm just not really, I don't know, courageous enough. I guess."

"Ehh, same here. I have some explaining to do, since I was brought here tied up. And quite frankly, I don't want to bother explaining my muderous tendencies. Anyways, anything else you want to waste time gossiping about?" Danavel had a slight smile on his face. This conversation was enjoyable, and it helped get his mind off of recent happenings. For example, his planet being blown up, and quite possibly his lusus.

"Gossip? About what, our friends?" he replies, his voice sounding slightly iritated at the suggestion. "Like their personal romantic issues or whatever?" Zuriik scoffs with displeasure. "Yeah, I'm not up to sit around and wonder about who's dating who. It's not my place to meddle in the lives of others. Unless they're doing something that endanger themselves or anyone else. Then? I will meddle the fuck out of their lives. But, if you really want to just want to shoot the shit, then I guess I'm okay with that."

"I wasn't talking about relationships between the people here. I barely even know any of them, so it would be unfair for me to judge. I was talking about the people created by the game. You have heard of the 'exiles', right? If so, have you heard anything about a specific one?" Danavel was surprised that Zuriik was irritated, but he shouldn't have been. Treading on relationships could be a serious matter.

"Exiles? No, never heard of them." Zuriik suddenly stiffened, looking up as if staring at an iritating spot on the ceiling. "Fuck off." he mumbled under his breath.

"I overheard something about them. I was sort of hoping you would know anything about them." Danavel didn't hear the profanity coming out of Zuriik's mouth, but he wouldn't have cared even if he did hear. "I should probably get some rest. Everything has been chaotic since we've started this game. I'll talk to you later." Danavel yawned and stood up. He didn't want to bother unravelling the secrets of the game quite yet. He instead, wanted to simply rest and not be bothered. Sadly, he probably would be sent to Derse and probably have to see the horrorterros. He still couldn't stand up to them, since he wasn't god tier. But, he wouldn't have been stupid enough to fight the horrorterrors either way. He walked away and exited the room. He then went to the location designated as his

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Zuriik watched Danavel go, the Ensightened still monologuing in his head. "...and although your session never lasted long enough to beget such beings, I thought you might want to know about them."

"Just...shut up." the troll groaned, putting his hand to his head. "Why the fuck can't you just leave me alone for an hour? Fuck."

"Sorry, but I needed to know what you saw in your visions."

"So you interrupted my conversation with my friend to ask me about something I made it clear I didn't want to talk about?"

"Yes."

"Fuck you."

"So what did you see?"

"Nothing." Zuriik muttered. "Nothing important or recognizable. Just a bunch of Doom and gloom and death. The fucking usual."

"I...see. Very well."

"What?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Just need to think for a while."

Zuriik laughed. "Oh, so now you're the one running away from this conversation without telling me anything. Freaking hypocrite."

"I heard that."

"You were supposed to."

The Ensightened fell silent, Zuriik shakily rising to his feet. Even more than the visions, even more than the pain, what lingered with him was the faces of his friends. The pity they expressed towards him. It was about time that he tried to undo a bit of that pity. Got them to accept him as a troll and not just treat him like a delicate animal. Perhaps...

Zuriik pulled something out of his inventory, the medallion given to him by his sprite. Maybe it would work here. He concentrated, the necklace glowing, but no sprite appearing. He tried again, desperately desiring to talk to his feline friend that was most likely stuck inside a black hole. He wanted to ask the creature if it could recite to him the love letter he wrote, that became part of it. He had written it to Nepeta, perhaps it would impress her. But no, nothing. The words he had placed onto the precious piece of paper were lost forever, he could not recall them on his own. Zuriik cried out in frustration, chucking the thing at the wall, where it bounced off and skidded to the floor. He would not give up, he decided. No matter if he had to make it up on the spot, he would tell her how he felt. Another night could not go by with disappointment and self-hate. It was now or never. Zuriik crossed the room, opening the door and staring out into the hallway. A tentative step, closing the door behind him. It was time to test his luck at the cruel game known as romance. Zuriik prayed for whatever god of love or luck that might exist to aid him, and he set off toward Nepeta's room.