HungerStuck IC Thread

[Travosh]

"i have indeed heard of the highblood resilience to mental attacks." Fraune hadn't forgotten the long history of failed lowblood revolts, thinking they could just puppeteer the imperious condescension. "although i've met few who could resist my particular style. i do wonder if the arena will be aquatic..."

[cautiousValidity]

((A fair warning to everyone - the train will arrive at the end of this page. From there on, I will give all the trolls 'scores' and we will enter the arena. I'll score them as well as I would guess they would get, so don't be upset. Its destined to be the highbloods will get higher scores, and the lowbloods with powers should get pretty good scores too. Anyway, talk to everyone you want to talk to before its too late. Don't be afraid to interrupt conversations))

[unqualifiedParadoixer]

Zigart shrugs. y0u n3v3r kn0w w4at can c0m3 1n 4andy. n0t 1n t4353 3v3nt5. He looks thoughtful for a second. Wanna b3 partn3r5 1n t415 v3ntur3? 1t'5 3a513r w1t4 tw0, f0r a w4173. He holds out a hand.

[Cadorean]

Memnun contemplates the thought for a moment, but quickly dispels any counter-argument with a simple "at least it's someone." Memnun spits on his palm and firmly grasps Zigart's outstretched hand. With his other hand he blindly writes down some more notes on another napkin and shoves it in his note pocket, although reaching around to the correct side of his pants is a bit of a hassle.

[unqualifiedParadoixer]

1t'5 agr33d t43n. He really wasn't expecting the spit, but oh well. 4av3 y0u m3t any0n3 3753 t4at m1g4t b3 w0rt4 a5k1ng? wa1t. t4at'5 a 5tup1d qu35t10n. w4y w0u7d y0u n0t 4av3 a partn3r 1f y0u d1dn't m33t any0n3 w0rt4 a5k1ng. He scans the room, looking over the rest of the competition, before returning to the conversation at hand. d1d y0u v07unt33r, 0r w3r3 y0u v07un-t07d?

[Cadorean]

I vOlUntEErEd. lIfE bAck hOmE wAs mIsErAblE EnOUgh, sO I thOUght, "why nOt plAy thE Odds?" sO I vOlUntEErEd fOr thIs, As sOrt Of An All-Or-nOthIng bEt fOr my lIfE. Memnun takes a hearty gulp of his beer. sO nOw hErE I Am. Memnun wonders how much of that story Zigart believes, hoping his lie was good enough. This early, before the game has even begun, nobody on this damn train needs to know his reasons for being here. Maybe if Zigart proves useful later on down the road, Memnun might tell him his real story.

[unqualifiedParadoixer]

He shrugs. He doesn't really care, just making conversation to keep his mind off the ever-nearing future. 1 wa5 v07un-t07d my537f. 1 70v3 3nt3rta1nm3nt, but dy1ng f0r 1t 533m5 71k3 a b1t muc4. Zigart says honestly. He would lie, but sometimes the best lie is the truth. Besides, who would believe a rustblood volunteered? That would be a laugh!

[Cadorean]

So used to lies himself, Memnun takes Zigart's story with a grain of salt. Never trust anyone, because they're all going to have to die eventually. wE'rE All EntItlEd tO OUr OpInIOns. Memmnun finishes his second beer, this time simply discarding the empty bottle. yOU knOw whAt mIght bE A gOOd IdEA? tAlkIng Up sOmE Of thE OthErs, mAybE sEEIng If wE cAn drUm Up AddItIOnAl hElp. Memnun smiles sincerely, again masking his emotions.

To Memnun, this is just a test. See just how good this guy really can be. He's a damn good illusionist, but illusions only go so far. There still needs to be personal contact to really fuck with others' minds. If this guy is able to enlist support, he might just be a force to be reckoned with, and definitely one worth partnering with. Your move, Zigart. How will you proceed? Will you shine, and win the respect and fear you need to survive? Or will you fall flat, being just another rustblood with another lousy parlor trick?

Memnun grabs another beer. The only mind worth having around an illusionist is a broken one.

[FubbalyWubbaly]

He ponders for a moment
hmmmm, 1ff tthe arena 1ss aquatt1c, 1d deff1nettly be r1ghtt 1n my elementt
He finnishes off his plate of shrimp and glances around.
perhapss we sshould ttry and gett tto know otherss?

[Travosh]

"be a bit of a poor spectacle if they left everyone but the seadwellers to drown. then again with the hemospectrum and all they might do it anyways. Fraune casts his gaze around the room, eyes lingering on the lowbloods more than most. "so are we in agreement our abilities compliment eachothers before we search out others? is this... happening?"

[couldn't resist.]

[FubbalyWubbaly]

hmmm, tthatt 1ss a good po1ntt
He then ponders o. What was last said
hmmm you mean l1ke... Fform a l1ttle tteam?

[Travosh]

Fraune states simply;"yes, that is what i am inquiring. the battle for survival will be much simpler if we know it will come down to just us." Upon

[FubbalyWubbaly]

well, 1tt doess sseem l1ke 1tt would come 1n handy latter.... Ok, 1m all ffor 1tt
He grins slightly, ordering some wine as well

[Halfblood2000]

- YOu SuRE LIKE TO ASSuME T]+[INGS ABOuT PEOPLE, DON'T YOu? - says the indigoblood, somewhat irritated by her words. Then, he looks at the partially-robotic seadweller, smiling.

- I AM IN DIRE NEED OF SOME COOPERATION FOR T]+[IS. OuR C]+[ANCES OF SuRVIVAL WILL BE MuC]+[ GREATER IF WE TEAM uP. SO... W]+[AT ARE YOuR SKILLS, TROLLS? -

[nefariousRenegade]

Myotis gets up from her seat in the corner, throwing her apprehension out the window. She realizes she'll need an ally in this thing, so she walks over to Videre. Pouring herself some juice, she sends a greeting to the seadweller.
hEEllo, thEErEE, hIghblood. It sEE\M/s as though wEE'rEE both in nEEd of an ally. you'rEE highbloodEEd, so you should bEE strong, corrEEct?

[Halfblood2000]

- ]+[ELLO, LOWBLOOD. WELL, FROM W]+[AT I ]+[AVE SEEN FROM ]+[ER, T]+[IS LADY SEEMS MORE... EXQuISITE AND REFINED. NOT T]+[E KIND OF ]+[IG]+[BLOOD T]+[AT BEATS OT]+[ER TROLLS uP. I AM SuRE S]+[E ]+[AS SOME GREAT SKILLS, BuT S]+[E IS NOT S]+[OWING T]+[EM YET. - Plaura says, looking at the goldblood's eyes, completely void of emotion.

- I NEED AN ALLY, TOO. uS T]+[REE COuLD MAYBE TEAM uP AND DEFEND EAC]+[ OT]+[ER? - he says, and then he takes another drink from his glass of wine.

[nefariousRenegade]

Myotis takes a look, or rather a listen, around the room as she processes this information.
yEEs, that sEE\M/s lIkEE a good plan to \M/EE.

[mediokreKarapase]

Petton carefully scanned the room, doing his best to avoid drawing attention to himself as he munched on the food he had retrieved from the buffet table. It looked like most of the other players were already pairing up into small alliances. He had considered approaching the other gold blood to propose cooperation, but missed his chance as she met with the highbloods instead. Most of the rest he was too unsure of to trust with an alliance. Probably for the best anyway. Petton was used to operating alone when delving into the undercity on his little expeditions. Perhaps better to avoid notice and play the weakling card to avoid drawing undue attention to himself.

Yes, that was probably best. Try to keep himself from the spotlight long enough for most of the other competitors to thin out their ranks. Maybe then he'd have a better chance of getting out of this in one piece.

[cautiousValidity]

((sorry was asleep!))
Videre smiles. "hat sounds like a good idea. I'd be happy to help you two. While I may not be particularly strong as some highbloods, I am good with my dagger. Very good."
"nd yes I do tend to assume things about trolls."

[cautiousValidity]

((sorry was asleep!))
Videre smiles. "hat sounds like a good idea. I'd be happy to help you two. While I may not be particularly strong as some highbloods, I am good with my dagger. Very good."
"nd yes I do tend to assume things about trolls."

[unqualifiedParadoixer]

Y0u 4av3 a p01nt. M1g4t a5 w377. 1f anyt41ng, t43 r35t 0f t43 r1d3 w0u7d b3 b0r1ng. Zigart stands, looking about the room. It seems everyone is talking to someone... except for one troll near the buffet table... He looks like a weakling and a coward, but appearances can be deceiving, as Zigart would know so well. 43770. he says, walking over to stand beside Petton.

[mediokreKarapase]

Petton glanced warily at the maroon blood as he approached, surprised to have someone come talk to him. He had seen him just moments before speaking at length with the male purple blood, and suspected they were intending to cooperate. With this in mind, he wasn't sure how much he was willing to trust either of the two. Still though, it couldn't hurt to see what he had to say.

[oh][hello there][don't mind me][i'm just here to grab a quick bite while i have the chance]

[Krubby]

(psst, hey! there's still the teal blood in the corner! I haven't been unactive, there's just been nothing to do!)

[Cadorean]

Memnun decides he'll do his part as well in expanding the team, and walks over to the teal blood in the corner.

hOw fArE yE, EsqUIrE?

...Oh gog, Memnun's drunk after two and a half beers. Featherweight.

[Krubby]

Agouti cocked his eyebrow, was this purple blood addressing Agouti as a superior? The guy was clearly wasted and thought he was a lowblood or something. Agouti smirked and decided to try playing around with this guy.

"I Would be doing rather fine at the moment. HOwever, I Can't with your gutterblood face in the way. I Highly suggest you apologize for this blatant intrusion.

Let's see how this drunk reacts. PEople are pretty easy to manipulate when they're drunk.

(next post will be the last one before games. Please give Cadorean the right to use it because my character got the least amount of facetime. Thanks!)