[Fic] "Trollstuck," part 11 -- Homestuck
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Trollstuck, part 11
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====>Whistle for raptormom
You stick your fingers between your lips (occasionally, it is useful not to have much by way of proper fangs) and whistle for your lusus. This is the signal you agreed would mean "I need you!" when you decided crying was for wrigglers. If she can hear you, she'll come find you. Then she can lead you out. Her nose makes her a lot better at backtracking mazes than you are.
In the meantime, you decide to look around the room with your sign. Carefully.
====>Open the door on the right
You peer around, but the room is disappointingly barren and normal, like the vast majority of the other respite blocks. Whoever lived here didn't believe much in decoration, or else used materials that have long since disintegrated. Phooey. You're glad it's not psychologically scarring, of course, but you were hoping for something a little more revealing. After all, whoever lived here thousands of sweeps ago shared your sign and your color. That's more than enough to make you curious. But to no avail, it seems.
====>Try the door with the writing
Raptormom still hasn't shown up. You decide to look around the other two rooms as long as you're here. The left one is a sanitation block, as you suspected. Boring! But the center one might be interesting.
You remember your camera and take a picture of the writing for Alonde. Then you push open the door.
At first you're disappointed. This room is even more barren than the respite block, which at least had the standard shallow trough that seems to have served the ancient trolls as a recuperacoon. The walls are plain stone without any hint that they might once have been painted. The only thing breaking the empty monotony is a smudge of black in the middle of the floor.
You kneel and brush away the dust of millennia with your hand, revealing a pattern of black tiles set into the surrounding gray stone. At first it makes no sense to you -- it's not a picture, not a blood caste symbol, not any combination of the ancient letters you can't read. And then suddenly it resolves into meaning. Two words in modern Alternian: "LOOK UP."
====>Aradia: Look up
You tip your head back to examine the ceiling. Your mouth drops open. 0k, this is interesting! In fact, this is more than interesting. This is a little alarming!
You hastily take pictures for Alonde. But honestly, you want to send them to all your friends, because, well, just take a look!
How could trolls who lived so long ago know the signs (or archaic versions of the signs) of your circle of friends? How did they know the Magician was going to summon Gl'bgolyb for the Condesce, when that didn't happen until after the volcano erupted? For that matter, how did whoever made this mosaic know how to write in modern Alternian when every other inscription in this buried hive is in a completely different language?
Something fishy is afoot.
A muffled squeaking noise from outside the room distracts you from worried contemplation. Raptormom! Great, now you can get out of this place, head home, and start getting all your new evidence ready to send to Alonde. You really hope she can explain this!
You captchalogue your camera and open the door to the landing at the base of the stairs. Weirdly, raptormom isn't in sight. Normally she'd jump up to butt her horns against your and sniff to make sure you haven't come to any harm while you were out of her sight.
You hear that muffled squeaking noise again. It seems to be coming from the ceiling. Well, raptormom is good at climbing. Maybe she's just feeling playful! Smiling, you look up.
Holy shit what is in her mouth???
====>Freak out again
Sorry, you've exhausted your panic glands for the day. Outrage will have to do instead.
You glare up at your lusus. Bad raptormom! You put that embodied nightmare down RIGHT NOW!!!
Raptormom gives you a mournful, liquid-eyed stare, but you hold firm no matter how much you want to step back into the empty room and slam the door. Pornographic demon puppets ARE NOT chew toys. That is not a thing that will ever stop being true, no matter what your lusus thinks.
She drops the evil thing to the floor and you use your telekinesis to sweep it into the sanitation block and down a drain to vanish forever.
Raptormom leaps to the floor, twisting acrobatically to land on her feet. She looks up at you, and you bend down to scratch behind her ears and stroke firmly along her spine. She is the best lusus, no two ways about it, no matter what weird things she tries to bring home as hunting trophies. Her tail thumps heavily against the floor and her eyes drift half shut in pleasure as you pull her close and give her a big hug.
Then you stand and tell her to lead the way back to the surface. You have lots of work to do.
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End Chapter Three
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So! That's done, and we will leave Aradia to return home on her own.
Who do you want to be next? (And when?) Remember we left Jarlia and Karkat hanging back at the end of chapter one; they were planning to troll Alonde and Terezi, respectively, as part of a two-pronged plan to prevent Vriska from killing Aradia. Also remember that Jothan was planning to tell Vriska that Jarlia had seen her killing Aradia in the future, and thus plant that idea in her head. Or go somewhere even more tangential! There are a lot of characters and situations we could explore!
You cannot be an Ancestor just yet, sorry. I want to get the present day established a bit more firmly before we start jumping that far back in time or out in space. Other than that, the sky is the limit. :-)
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continue to part 12
And now I am going to bed, because it is so late it's come back around to being early, and I have a nine-hour shift awaiting me at work. *sigh*
ETA, 6/6/12: There is now a poll to pick the POV character for chapter 4. Please vote, so I don't have to resort to writing names on scraps of paper and picking one out of a teacup. :-)
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Trollstuck, part 11
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====>Whistle for raptormom
You stick your fingers between your lips (occasionally, it is useful not to have much by way of proper fangs) and whistle for your lusus. This is the signal you agreed would mean "I need you!" when you decided crying was for wrigglers. If she can hear you, she'll come find you. Then she can lead you out. Her nose makes her a lot better at backtracking mazes than you are.
In the meantime, you decide to look around the room with your sign. Carefully.
====>Open the door on the right
You peer around, but the room is disappointingly barren and normal, like the vast majority of the other respite blocks. Whoever lived here didn't believe much in decoration, or else used materials that have long since disintegrated. Phooey. You're glad it's not psychologically scarring, of course, but you were hoping for something a little more revealing. After all, whoever lived here thousands of sweeps ago shared your sign and your color. That's more than enough to make you curious. But to no avail, it seems.
====>Try the door with the writing
Raptormom still hasn't shown up. You decide to look around the other two rooms as long as you're here. The left one is a sanitation block, as you suspected. Boring! But the center one might be interesting.
You remember your camera and take a picture of the writing for Alonde. Then you push open the door.
At first you're disappointed. This room is even more barren than the respite block, which at least had the standard shallow trough that seems to have served the ancient trolls as a recuperacoon. The walls are plain stone without any hint that they might once have been painted. The only thing breaking the empty monotony is a smudge of black in the middle of the floor.
You kneel and brush away the dust of millennia with your hand, revealing a pattern of black tiles set into the surrounding gray stone. At first it makes no sense to you -- it's not a picture, not a blood caste symbol, not any combination of the ancient letters you can't read. And then suddenly it resolves into meaning. Two words in modern Alternian: "LOOK UP."
====>Aradia: Look up
You tip your head back to examine the ceiling. Your mouth drops open. 0k, this is interesting! In fact, this is more than interesting. This is a little alarming!
You hastily take pictures for Alonde. But honestly, you want to send them to all your friends, because, well, just take a look!
How could trolls who lived so long ago know the signs (or archaic versions of the signs) of your circle of friends? How did they know the Magician was going to summon Gl'bgolyb for the Condesce, when that didn't happen until after the volcano erupted? For that matter, how did whoever made this mosaic know how to write in modern Alternian when every other inscription in this buried hive is in a completely different language?
Something fishy is afoot.
A muffled squeaking noise from outside the room distracts you from worried contemplation. Raptormom! Great, now you can get out of this place, head home, and start getting all your new evidence ready to send to Alonde. You really hope she can explain this!
You captchalogue your camera and open the door to the landing at the base of the stairs. Weirdly, raptormom isn't in sight. Normally she'd jump up to butt her horns against your and sniff to make sure you haven't come to any harm while you were out of her sight.
You hear that muffled squeaking noise again. It seems to be coming from the ceiling. Well, raptormom is good at climbing. Maybe she's just feeling playful! Smiling, you look up.
Holy shit what is in her mouth???
====>Freak out again
Sorry, you've exhausted your panic glands for the day. Outrage will have to do instead.
You glare up at your lusus. Bad raptormom! You put that embodied nightmare down RIGHT NOW!!!
Raptormom gives you a mournful, liquid-eyed stare, but you hold firm no matter how much you want to step back into the empty room and slam the door. Pornographic demon puppets ARE NOT chew toys. That is not a thing that will ever stop being true, no matter what your lusus thinks.
She drops the evil thing to the floor and you use your telekinesis to sweep it into the sanitation block and down a drain to vanish forever.
Raptormom leaps to the floor, twisting acrobatically to land on her feet. She looks up at you, and you bend down to scratch behind her ears and stroke firmly along her spine. She is the best lusus, no two ways about it, no matter what weird things she tries to bring home as hunting trophies. Her tail thumps heavily against the floor and her eyes drift half shut in pleasure as you pull her close and give her a big hug.
Then you stand and tell her to lead the way back to the surface. You have lots of work to do.
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End Chapter Three
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---------------
So! That's done, and we will leave Aradia to return home on her own.
Who do you want to be next? (And when?) Remember we left Jarlia and Karkat hanging back at the end of chapter one; they were planning to troll Alonde and Terezi, respectively, as part of a two-pronged plan to prevent Vriska from killing Aradia. Also remember that Jothan was planning to tell Vriska that Jarlia had seen her killing Aradia in the future, and thus plant that idea in her head. Or go somewhere even more tangential! There are a lot of characters and situations we could explore!
You cannot be an Ancestor just yet, sorry. I want to get the present day established a bit more firmly before we start jumping that far back in time or out in space. Other than that, the sky is the limit. :-)
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continue to part 12
And now I am going to bed, because it is so late it's come back around to being early, and I have a nine-hour shift awaiting me at work. *sigh*
ETA, 6/6/12: There is now a poll to pick the POV character for chapter 4. Please vote, so I don't have to resort to writing names on scraps of paper and picking one out of a teacup. :-)
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Date: 2012-06-04 09:53 am (UTC)Also eeeee time/seer shenanigans. *___*
Pfff, I kind of want to see if Equius is still after Aradia in this 'verse. (but otherwise, Karkat plz!)
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Date: 2012-06-04 07:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-06-04 07:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-06-05 04:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-06-05 04:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-06-04 04:36 pm (UTC)The way Aradia got rid of the puppet was vary sensible.
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Date: 2012-06-04 07:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-06-05 06:45 am (UTC)Also, just recently came across this on AO3 and I've really enjoyed what you've written so far. Keep at it. :)
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Date: 2012-06-05 06:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-06-05 07:10 pm (UTC)Hmmm. There's someone we haven't met yet, IIRC...
====>Davven: Draw the next Troll Sweet Bro and Troll Hella Jeff while positively, definitely, absolutely (maybe) not moping about your recent falling out with Jarlia.
====>Davven: Reflect upon the details of said falling out. Not brooding about it; coolkids don't brood. Just...going over it in your head. No reason, really.
====>Davven: Talk to your moirail. About...stuff.
====>Davven's soon-to-be-blind-except-possibly-not-in-this-universe-depending-on-how-things-go-moirail: Work through Davven's issues (you know, the ones he never admits he has, even to you?) via copious levels of snark, innuendo, and incredibly shitty collaborative comics.
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Date: 2012-06-06 02:17 am (UTC)I will keep your suggestions in mind for whenever we properly meet Davven, whether in chapter four or later. :-)