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 Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:13 pm
((Sures. can help you get caught up with what's happening here too. XD)
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 9:19 am
> Be the redblood
You're on the roof. You have no idea why you decided to have sloppy makeouts on the roof. It's as if you're bound by some running joke from some alternate universe or something. But that would be ridiculous.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:19 am
PP: Holy s**t.
PP: That's a ******** Meteoritenschauer.
PP: Das ist nicht gut.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:43 am
Jadite tried to hack into Espari's computer from her own, but with her extremely poor computer skills, screwed up horribly. In fact, she ended up giving her computer a nasty virus purely by accident. This led to her barely containing a screetch of frustration and kicking the computer only to end up with her foot lodged in the screen. "Accursed data processor!" she grumbled angrilly to herself, struggeling to pry her foot free. She desperately hoped that none would see her in such a humilating position. Knowing her luck though, chances were that it would be Espari or some other lowblood that would see her like this. (It is rather funny that she, a green blood, held this sort of mentality. Then again, it wasn't beyond her to use any excuse she possibly could to keep living on in her little 'royal' fantasy world. One had to wonder at times if she honestly believed she was truly devine or if she was simply extremely devoted to whatever role she took in the roleplays she loved so much - personal or otherwise.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 12:24 pm
> Be the blueblood again.
"Shut the ******** up, Jadite, or I swear on My Little Hoofbeast I will bash in your skull."
You really need to solve a ******** puzzle.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 12:39 pm
Eventually, being stuck in as hopeless a position as she was, Jadite figured she might as well call out to the blueblood in the distance for help. "If the furious, bulging foul-mouth would approach this one for a moment or two, this one would be greatful!" Her cheeks were flushed up a bright jade green in embarassment, but what else could she do?
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 12:50 pm
"Fine. You know I can't resist a ******** puzzle."
You walk over to Jadite.
"What the ******** is it?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:00 pm
{Her name isn't Melmai. sweatdrop Though if it's intentional, sorry for pointing this out.}
"This one required access to the virtual archives of the frivolous fiddle-b***h, but alas, the situation became rather...complicated, as one can no doubt deduce on one's own." Jadite glanced over at her computer once more, foot still lodged inside the screen. "Could the foul-mouthed one possibly remove this one's walking limb from the computing device? Or better yet, could one do that and assist me in nonconsentually breaking in to previously mentioned archives? One would not require so many passwords if one did not have something to hide..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:12 pm
((Sorry! It's a ******** with all these ******** trolls.))
You pause for a moment to take a look at Jadite's situation. You start to snicker, but catch yourself in time. You pick her up by her legs and place her back in her seat.
"That help?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:21 pm
{It's fine. ^.^ I can certainly understand the confusion.}
From there, Jadite was able to more easilly use her other foot to pry the computer screen from the one that was stuck. "Affirmative. This one is most greatful for the assistance." She looked over her now broken, useless computer. She couldn't help but quietly lament the situation - which was entirely her fault, of course.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:46 pm
"In that case, I'm going to see if there's anything else for me to do."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:59 pm
"Would the foul-mouthed one be in any way skilled with electronic devices? Or in the very least, very, very adept at estimating?" Jadite thought that this could be considered a puzzle of sorts. Of course, she would probably have better luck in asking Syndar - but chances are that he was busy keeping the wrathful killer at bay.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 2:30 pm
"Do I look like a ******** computer expert?" you ask Jadite. She asks a lot of stupid questions.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 2:41 pm
Jadite shook her head 'no'. "The foul-mouth appears to be a delinquent with impure urges that shall never find release. Intelligence or tech savvy seemed highly improbable." Jadite shrugged. "This one is most often puzzled by what the foul-mouth considers to and not to be 'puzzles'."
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