Conversation with A Dose of Pain
(4:32:35 PM) Mack: hi jess
(4:34:08 PM) Mack: oh not here :(
(4:38:13 PM) Mack: send me a message when you return
(6:32:58 PM) Mack: hi
(6:33:23 PM) Myself: hi
(6:33:55 PM) Mack: whats up
(6:34:08 PM) Myself: i feel awful
(6:34:19 PM) Myself: i've been sleeping most of the day
(6:34:27 PM) Mack: :(
(6:35:00 PM) Myself: i have a video for you (ps watch it in HD)
(6:35:04 PM) Myself: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7b5CKSqlz60&feature=channel
(6:39:04 PM) Mack: ph wow
(6:40:44 PM) Mack: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
(6:40:48 PM) Mack: god FUCKING DAMNIT
(6:41:02 PM) Mack: the copy of this game i bought was not as advertised at all
(6:41:12 PM) Myself: gay
(6:42:59 PM) Mack: would you be up for a roleplay tonight?
(6:43:08 PM) Myself: i guess
(6:45:10 PM) Mack: Well you don't have to if you dont feel up to it
(6:48:29 PM) Myself: when
(6:48:43 PM) Mack: either now or later, up to you
(6:49:13 PM) Myself: i'm on the phone right now, i'll do it in a few
(6:49:37 PM) Mack: ok
(7:25:21 PM) Myself: alright
(7:25:22 PM) Myself: ready
(7:25:50 PM) Mack: okay gimme one sec
(7:28:44 PM) Mack: where would you like to start location wise for your characte
(7:29:07 PM) Myself: in the city
(7:29:22 PM) Myself: not the underworld, like when Maharene comes out
(7:29:52 PM) Mack: want it to take place right as you step up to the city?
(7:30:01 PM) Myself: yeah
(7:30:06 PM) Mack: alright
(7:31:33 PM) Mack: The shift from the dank and damp air of the Underworld is wisked out of your nostrils as you begin your descent towards the above-ground part of the city. The light becomes brighter with each step you take, and eventually you are above ground. The city looks busy as ever, and the hot desert sun isn't deterring the people either. It seems to be about mid-day.
(7:32:14 PM) Myself: [are you using * to mark the end?]
(7:32:31 PM) Mack: (oops sorry)
(7:32:32 PM) Mack: *
(7:32:35 PM) Myself: [hehe]
(7:36:18 PM) Myself: Maharene slips her goggles over her eyes before the light hits her face. Her hair turns from a dirty grey to bright clean white in almost an instant. Armed with her homemade crossbow and some rope, she plans her route to catch a few animals to food. She pokes her head above ground, scanning the area, then almost hops out to the side of the building. Tying the rope around her waist, she throws the other end (with a grappling hook) up to the next level of the building. Feeling unseen, she begins her ascent.
(7:36:20 PM) Myself: *
(7:37:41 PM) Mack: Your ascension is met with no issues at all.*
(7:41:35 PM) Myself: Hanging on to the edge, she tosses her crossbow onto the roof then swings her self over as well. Taking her usual place at the edge, she stands and searches adjacent rooftops for unbeknownst (sp) birds and rodents. She spies what seems to be a pigeon-like bird on a lower roof. Kneeling down on one knee, she props her crossbow up on her elbow for support and aims at the bird. Thunk! Her crossbow releases the bolt.*]
(7:43:57 PM) Mack: The bolt skewers the poor bird and pins it to the surface it was sitting on, it's tiny body heaving one last time before it's demise. The surrounding animals flee at the sight of this murder. *
(7:47:32 PM) Myself: "Fuck." She tries to reload quickly (which is hard to do with a crossbow) but by the time she raises her weapon again, the dead bird is alone. She sighs and slings her cross bow to her back. Collecting her rope, she tosses it to the lower building. She backs up a bit, then launches her self off the roof toward her destination. After a quick duck-and-roll she sits still and listens around, to make she she in unheard.*
(7:48:42 PM) Mack: You remain undetected after your acrobatic maneuver. The little bird below twitches again, surprisingly having one last kick in it.*
(7:57:19 PM) Myself: The twitch catches her eye, and she glances over in surprise.
"Poor thing." She says half sarcastic, half genuinely. She takes a good hold on the bird and rips the bolt from it's bosom. Bits of feathers and blood fly off with the force. The bird is surely dead now. She sticks the bloody bolt back in her holster, without cleaning it, and she turns back to the bird. Searching in a deep pocket in her long coat, she takes out a metal wire, probably used as chicken wire at some time, to hold her catch on. She ties the wire around it's neck, then hangs the wire from her belt.
She looks back up to the higher building she was on before and calculates the easiest way to get back up to her usual post. Picking up her rope and hook, she ties it around herself again, then tosses it up to the edge of the higher building. The clinking noise echos down into the alley below. She looks down over the edge before pulling herself up.*
(7:59:03 PM) Mack: Your ascension again is met with no issues but you hear someone speaking of a noise from the alleyway. You hear the patter of foot steps that come to a stop as they look around the alley for what may have been creating the noise*
(8:03:35 PM) Myself: She crouches low to the roof when she hears the noises. In curiosity, she pokes her head over the edge. From below, the area from her goggles to her white hair blowing in the breeze are visible. She can barely see a person below looking around. Suddenly, she looks above the person and spots another bird on a window sill, a hard place to catch a bird stealthily without the person below.
(8:04:32 PM) Myself: "Damnit." She contemplates shooting the bird then staying hidden for a while or just waiting for the person to leave. All the while, her eyes are still looking over the edge.*
(8:05:06 PM) Myself: [btw, i think i might create an underworld accent that she might have, if that's okay with you]
(8:05:21 PM) Mack: The person shrugs his shoulders and walks away in disappointment.*
(8:05:24 PM) Mack: (thats fine)
(8:06:19 PM) Myself: [basically, she will just make a hard t noise on t's and usually forget to use r's]
(8:10:18 PM) Myself: She takes this opportunity to tie a small rope to a bolt and loads her crossbow with it. She shoots at the bird again. Thunk! The arrow hits it's mark, but because of the weight of the rope, the bird falls off the window sill and swings the her wall. It hits a window, Tink!, bounces off and hits it again. Tink! tink! In a hurry, she begins to pull up her catch.
(8:10:22 PM) Myself: *
(8:10:46 PM) Myself: [haha it's like fishing!]
(8:11:17 PM) Mack: Luckily for you, the noises made go unheard and you reel the catch in successfully.
(8:12:58 PM) Myself: *?
(8:13:04 PM) Mack: *
(8:13:10 PM) Myself: [;p]
(8:13:49 PM) Mack: (sorry im just a little fuzzled today)
(8:19:50 PM) Myself: Again, she rips the bolt out and slips it back into the bolt holster. Down on her side, the pigeon from before is beginning to rip at the neck.
"FaT bird." She smiles a bit, proud of her catch, then ties the new catch lower on the wire. Figuring the bird wasn't going to hold for long because of the rip in the neck, she decides to wrap it up for now. She gathers her supplies. Hooking the rope to the edge, she wraps the other end around her arms and swings herself down so that she is descending down the building like a mountain climber. The bird's neck audibly rips again. She glances down in horror as the severed head and body fall to the ground. Luckily it doesn't make much of a noise, so she quickly and quietly continues her descent.*
(8:20:57 PM) Mack: The little body plops to the ground and a little bit of blood drains from its body. No one is alerted to the sound as you descend.
(8:29:10 PM) Myself: Making it to the ground, she picks up the little birds body and head and stuffs it into a deep pocket in her coat. She holds the end of the rope and opens the sewer man hole where she came above ground. Now she does the most risky part of all her hunting missions: try to get the hook to come down and get out of sight before people come to investigate the noise it makes. Half way into the man hole, hanging onto the ladder, she jiggles the rope so that the hook might tip over and release it's grip from the roof. Tickatackclack. It makes a bit of noise that echos down the alley. She jiggles in again, more forcefully. Released! It flies down toward the ground, hitting the wall a few times before landing on the ground with a great big CLANK! She ducks lower into the sewer, pulling the hook along with her. It drags along the broken up pavement, the raking making a racket. Almost making it to the man hole, it gets stuck on a poking up bit of pavement. She looks up, not knowing why it won't come down because her head is below ground. She yanks but the hook won't release.*
(8:30:29 PM) Mack: The noise attracts a bit of attention as you hear the sound of people going to investigate the noise. As you tug on it, you feel as if it will come loose any second, but the people are coming closer*
(8:35:47 PM) Myself: [one sec]
(8:40:18 PM) Myself: "Come on..." She makes a final yank on the hook, the pavement crumbles letting loose the hook with such force that it hits her in the head on it's way down. She falls a short distance and lands on her back, splashing in a small amount of run-off water. She seems to be unconscious, the light from above makes a circle around her lower face and chest. This part of her body is visible to the above. The dead bird has made a bloodstain in her pocket and the hook lies next to her body.*
(8:42:56 PM) Myself: [brb, gettin a drank]
(8:43:47 PM) Mack: Some people come over to the hole and glance down it, their eyes resting upon you in shock. "Is that her?"
(8:47:55 PM) Myself: [back]
(8:48:02 PM) Mack: (kk)
(8:48:07 PM) Myself: [that all?]
(8:48:48 PM) Mack: (yeah, i cant do much until theres some more interaction with chars)
(8:49:20 PM) Myself: [well, alright, she's kind of unconscious, do you want her to wake up?]
(8:49:37 PM) Mack: (hold)
(8:50:11 PM) Mack: You wake up many hours later, still in the same run off water you were in when the accident had happened. It seems to be night time as the sun is no longer shining through the hole.*
(9:00:29 PM) Myself: Maharene takes note of the hole above still being uncovered. Did they see her? Why have they gone? She thinks it over, wondering why they didn't take her or her belongings...and just disappeared. Figuring she'll need to dry her saturated clothes, she picks herself up and continues down into the underworld city. Within her quarters, she places all of her supplies on a tables and then tends to the birds. She removes the wire and sets it aside. The birds are still fairly intact besides a missing head and being a little wet. She hangs them up on her wall to dry out, slitting the throat of the undecapitated one so that the blood will drip out and land in a bucket below. She takes an earlier catch off the wall and places it next to her stove. Then she undresses herself and hangs her clothes up on a rack to dry. The gas stove begins to crackle a bit when it's finally fired up. Her dinner tonight is a rather large rat from the night before. She skins the rat with a hunting knife, sticks a skewer through it's body and roasts it over the propane fueled fire. She thinks about sneaking around and stealing some new clothes tomorrow since she has nothing else to wear when she has to clean her current outfit besides some rags of undergarments.
(9:03:58 PM) Myself: The rat seems to be fairly cooked, to a medium rare, after about 20 minutes. She sits on a stool by her table, the one with all the supplies on it and just munches on the rat from the skewer. She looks over her bolts, deciding to wash them after eating, then she looks at her crossbow, which seems to still be in shape. [BTW i forgot to mention she's taken off her goggles]*
(9:05:28 PM) Mack: After your dinner, you hear a little bit of a bustle nearby, seeming to come from inside of your hovel. It sounded like it was a single footstep, but it rings through quite well/
(9:05:30 PM) Mack: *
(9:07:14 PM) Myself: She looks up after hearing a noise from the other room. She wipes her mouth of rat juices and grabs her crossbow, then thinks again. If someone were her to get her, she wouldn
(9:07:22 PM) Myself: 't have time to load.
(9:07:31 PM) Myself: ][damnit one sec[
(9:07:59 PM) Mack: (lol take your time)
(9:09:25 PM) Myself: She gets up slowly and grabs the knife she used to skin the rat. She looks at the clothes she has drying on the rack but figures it's not that important. Slinking toward the door with her arm in stabbing position, she continues to listen for more noises.*
(9:09:55 PM) Mack: You hear another foot step and the sound of cloth whipping around like it was extremly windy.
(9:12:34 PM) Myself: She slams the door open and shouts wildly, "OuT!! OuT of my home!!" She runs at the figure with the knife above her head.*
(9:13:19 PM) Mack: When you bust into the room you see nothing at all.
(9:16:28 PM) Myself: "NoTing here...?" She eyes grow wide, realizing that she's starting to see things and here things....again... In a weird hurry, she runs into the other room again to put on her clothes. She runs over to her crossbow and loads it as fast as possible. With a crossbow in one hand and a knife in the other, she goes back into the room where she heard the noise, [which happens to be her bedroom], and begins to look around in the corners and under everything.
(9:16:30 PM) Myself: *
(9:17:11 PM) Mack: When you look under your bed you hear a footstep behind you, near the door leading to the room you originally came from.
(9:18:54 PM) Myself: She spins around on one knee and points her crossbow to the door. "You leave!"
(9:18:56 PM) Myself: *
(9:19:51 PM) Mack: When you turn around you see something made entirely out of a large brown fabric, the face of this being is completely darkened out, undiscernable in the darkness.
(9:22:59 PM) Myself: Maharene is frightened, not because there's someone in her home, but because she thinks it's an illusion haunting her, trying to drive her mad like years ago. "Please, leave Tis place..." Her voice quivers. "I will shooT...!" She aims at the figure.*
(9:24:46 PM) Mack: The whipping fabric dies down and the coat ceases movement. The person brushes hair out of the way of their face. you see a young man aged in his mid to late twenties. His eyes are darkened a slight bit, but his skin is a rosy pink. He has on an odd hat that seems shoddy and sharp. His coat flicks occassionally but is unmoving the remainder of the time.*
(9:28:05 PM) Myself: Realizing that the figure is an actual person and not a hallucination (because the details of the figure are visible), she stands up where she is, her crossbow still taught and pointed at the man. "You ah in my home. WhaT is your business?" She says calmer, angrier at herself than at him for showing a weakness.*
(9:29:59 PM) Mack: When you gaze at this man you see his eyes are addled with trouble. He may look like a stern person but you can tell something is troubling him. He reaches his left arm out to you, the coat trails off towards you for a bit but falls flat. You notice he has a pink scarf tied on his right shoulder, and it resting down his back.*
(9:39:50 PM) Myself: Her guard is lowered, as does her crossbow. She looks at his hand. The gesture confuses her, as she's not used to kindness, or contact of any kind. She looks at him with a curious look on her face. In her mind she tries to think what he wants. Hand out, he wants to hold something? He wants what she has in her hand? She looks down at her crossbow. Cautiously, she crouches down and puts the weapon on the floor then pushes it closer to him. Remaining crouched, she looks back up at him. She notices his troubled look and wonders why he is upset.*
(9:41:31 PM) Mack: "What is your name?" He drops his hand and rests it aside his hip. You notice a large caliber revolver showing now that the coat has stopped moving crazily.*
(9:45:46 PM) Myself: "Te Sunwalkers..." She points above her, referring to the people who live above ground. "Tey say I have a name. Tey say it is Maharene." She looks down at the gun and then wonders why she let him have her crossbow without thinking. It must be some weird trust she has for him because he looks so troubled. She looks worried. "Do you have a name?"
(9:45:49 PM) Myself: *
(9:47:43 PM) Mack: "My name is Jacob. I do not mean harm."*
(9:52:03 PM) Myself: "Jah Cohb? Jahcob. Jaycob. Jacob?" She tries to match her sound with his, the way she learned other common speak words from people speaking above ground. "Are you here fo sleep? I have sleep." She points at the bed behind her. "I am here fo sleep and food. Food from up Tere. Would you like food?"*
(9:53:10 PM) Mack: He shakes his head and looks at you strangely. He then smiles at you. "I'm not hungry, thanks. You live... down here in the sewers?"
(9:55:08 PM) Myself: She smiles, excited to practice her common speak with another being that speaks. The rats don't talk back. She sits down on the floor. "Yes! Tis is my home, I live in Te home. Are you fom below or above?"
(9:56:16 PM) Mack: He points up as he continues to look at Maharene, interested in her story. " I'm above ground mainly..."
(10:00:12 PM) Myself: "Gound!" She learns a new word. " Gound is Te place between above and below, is iT? Please siT and Tell me more Tings!" She motions to the floor, which is dry but cold. Her happy grey eyes shine a bit from a dim candle lit in the corner. "Do you live wiT oTTeh sunwalkers? Do Tey speak wiT you?"
(10:01:38 PM) Mack: "I used to live with one... and people hardly speak to me..." He says as he sits onto the cold ground, looking down at it instead of making eye contact.*
(10:06:23 PM) Myself: "Used To... no more?" She notices how his disposition changes. "I made you sad. You noT wanT to speak of Tat." She nods her head, understanding but not sure how to comfort him. "I geT you waTer, iT always make me run more, yes?" She gets up and heads in the other room, where there is a sink. She gets a chipped mug and puts it under the faucet. When she turns the knob, the water begins to drip little by little, sporadically stopping or pouring. She stands and watches it fill slowly.*
(10:09:05 PM) Mack: As you are in the other room, you hear Jacob speaking to someone named "Derius." You hear exactly... "Derius, what use will she be? She can hardly speak.." You wait to hear a response but nothing comes.*
(10:11:11 PM) Myself: Maharene returns with the mug and hands it to Jacob. "WhaT is iT you speak To?" She sits by his side.*
(10:12:02 PM) Mack: "Uhh.. you heard that?" He stammers a bit and looks down at his feet.*
(10:14:06 PM) Myself: "I hear Tings well. I hear from above someTime!" She smiles. "IT hurT to look up Tere. BuT I hear good all Te Time." She nods. "Drink, please."
(10:14:51 PM) Mack: He takes the glass and drinks the water slowly, amazed by the hospitality of some people. When he finishes he places the glass down next to him and sighs a bit.
(10:16:24 PM) Myself: "You are sleep-need?" She cocks her head to the side, looking up at nothing. "Need-sleep? Sleep-need...what is Te word for sleep but not sleep yeT?" She shrugs.*
(10:16:42 PM) Mack: "Tired? No, I'm not tired."
(10:20:14 PM) Myself: "Ti-ed...no? Ti--rrred. You are noT Tat." She gets frustrated with the R. "Well I am, much ti-rrrrred. Very hoT Today above." She then thinks for a spell. "Ten, if you noT need sleep or food, whaT did you come fo?"
(10:21:35 PM) Mack: "i have been told to seek you out; for what reason I do not know. I tend to not question whats in store for me anymore after what had happened..." He looks at Maharene and then stands up, struggling slightly.*
(10:22:28 PM) Myself: "You need me To go wiT you?"*
(10:23:02 PM) Mack: "I was told you may be of some use but I do not see how..."*
(10:27:32 PM) Myself: "I go wiT you, you will see how." She doesn't really seem to understand what he's saying, but gets that you came for her. "LeT me geT everyTing." She picks up her crossbow, straps it on her back, and heads into the other room. She straps the bolt holster to her waist, grabs the smaller rope, then turns to him. "We need pull rope?" She points to the grappling hook. "We need food?" She points to the two dead birds on the wall, drying.*
(10:28:16 PM) Mack: "No, that will all be handled... You are coming with such ease, why is that?"*
(10:28:22 PM) Mack: (wow that line came out bad lol)
(10:28:30 PM) Myself: [LOL PFFFTTT]
(10:31:22 PM) Myself: "IT is easy to leave Tis place. I have noT live in home long." She smiles, very accepting and submissive in order to keep Jacob around her. She very much wants him to continue to teach her how to interact with other people like them. "We go above, yes?" She puts her goggles on, and pushes it up keeping her hair back until they go.*
(10:32:31 PM) Mack: "I'll have a hard time going up that way... we need to take the long road." He grimaces as he steps slightly towards the exit.
(10:33:26 PM) Myself: "You are hurT? CannoT climb?" She follows close behind him.*
(10:34:10 PM) Mack: "You want to see why I can't climb?"
(10:35:21 PM) Myself: "Yes. See."*
(10:37:02 PM) Mack: With his left hand he unties the scarf and holds it tightly. He pushes the jacket off and you see his right arm is severed just above the elbow on his arm; the only joint being his shoulder. He makes sure the scarf stays tight is his hand as he looks away from your prying eyes.*
(10:37:55 PM) Myself: [severed like hanging off or just like a big gash?]
(10:38:18 PM) Myself: [severed like he doesn't have a right hand???]
(10:40:15 PM) Myself: [you there now? hehe]
(10:40:21 PM) Mack: (WEll. it was cut off and cauterized)
(10:40:26 PM) Mack: (not recentl,y but a long time ago)
(10:40:48 PM) Myself: [oh okay, so it looks like it was amputated but more intense]
(10:40:56 PM) Mack: (yeah)
(10:41:00 PM) Mack: (painfully amputated)
(10:41:05 PM) Myself: [lol]
(10:43:48 PM) Myself: "You have short arm. IT was noT like Tis before." She states as if reminding herself that people normally have longer right arms. "SomeTing bad happened to make you like Tis." She looks up at him. "We will noT climb." she says like she's being kind to him, but with a serious face.*
(10:44:57 PM) Mack: He nods and puts his cut off arm back into the coat, tying the scarf around the right shoulder again with ease and grace, seemingly having mastered the ability in doing so.*
(10:47:44 PM) Myself: "Hold, almosT forgoT knife." She runs into the other room and retrieves her knife. She puts it into a pocket on her right boot. She comes back afterwards and follows him out the door. She shuts it behind her. There is no lock on the door, but it's not like she has valuables anyway. "Whe-e do we go, Jahcob?" She says confidently, then notices she said his name wrong. "Jaycob. Jacob."
(10:47:47 PM) Myself: *
(10:49:09 PM) Mack: He shakes his head and walks you down the sewers. Eventually, you two come to the entrance to the actual sprawling underworld. It takes an even longer time until you reach one of the exits up above ground, which is just a stone staircase lit by torch. "Here's the way up... sure you want to come along?"*
(10:49:48 PM) Mack: (obtw i gota new bed and my tax return money))
(10:51:06 PM) Myself: "You ah nice To me. You ah only pehson who is nice. I go wiT you." She smiles warmly.*
(10:51:21 PM) Myself: (cool beans, maybe you'll sleep good now)
(10:52:10 PM) Mack: He nods as he begins the descent upwards. He looks back and says to Maharene. "I have a place we can stay for the night until Derius tells me why I had to find you..."*
(10:53:42 PM) Myself: "Is iT close?" She runs up the stairs to catch up with him while she pulls the goggles over her eyes. "And whaT is a De...whaT is that? Is iT a friend?"*
(10:54:20 PM) Mack: "He's tough to explain...and it's a bit of a walk, but it shouldn't be too long."
(10:55:00 PM) Myself: "O-K~!"*
(10:55:55 PM) Myself: (can we end it here for tonight? i'm tired legit)
(10:56:05 PM) Mack: (yeah, do you wanna hang thursdaY?)
(10:56:12 PM) Myself: (sure)
(10:56:20 PM) Mack: (lets do it)
(10:56:25 PM) Myself: (k nighty night)
