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Yep. It’s broken all right. In your state of excitement and worry, you accidentally crushed the thing to bits while attempting to send Ariel a text. You stare at the wreckage in your hands, crestfallen. Sometimes you just don’t know your own strength.
Your name is HERCULES OLYMPE. It is a name you wear with dignity and trepidation, as there’s a lot to live up to – your father is the distinguished owner of the corporation OLYMPUS, which actually owns the TRITON SWIMGEAR CO. OLYMPUS sells a variety of other things, too, but you don’t know much about your father’s business, being you don’t actually live with him. You live, instead, on a deserted island with PHILOCTETES, your MENTOR; your father was worried you wouldn’t be quite up to snuff for inheriting his empire, and thus sent you away to be trained. You’re sort of AWKWARD and CLUMSY and GANGLY, but with a natural STRENGTH that you sometimes overexert, and then scare people off. Though you do a number of STRENGTH EXERCISES to keep up your quota, you don’t think that would count as one of your HOBBIES. You dream of doing HEROIC THINGS, and of GOING THE DISTANCE, but you’ve got a lot of work to do if you’re gonna go from ZERO to HERO. You’re absentminded and easily distracted, but your heart’s in the right place. You like to TINKER with things, but you’re not much good at it. You enjoy the FINE ARTS –specifically THEATRE, even though you’re not much of an actor either. You do a lot of THINKING and PHILOSOPHIZING, and erratically WRITE DOWN what you’re thinking. You get DISTRACTED by the minutiae of life, but that’s just part of your DORKY CHARM.
Your room is small and cramped, being you don’t spend much time in there. There are some STATUES and TAPESTRIES of HISTORICAL (HEROIC) FIGURES that you idolize; there are NOTEBOOKS and BITS OF PAPER with thoughts scrawled on them scattered about; and there are some TOOLS and MECHANICAL PARTS, but they’re all kind of useless since you break nearly everything you touch.
You’ve always felt like quite the oddball, with no warm welcomes waiting for you here. Your Internet friends changed that, as they weren’t scared off by your freakish strength. Some of them understand the burdens you bear, too – like being the PRINCE OF AN INDUSTRIAL EMPIRE. You are pleased enough to be playing a game with them – but your dreams seem to signify impending DOOM about to occur because of it. You hope it’s not true.
Your handle is accidentalThunder, and you speak with almost completely proper grammar – minus capitalization and the occasional extra punctuation point for emphasis – and get a bit distracted when your friends use text talk.
You reboot your ancient computer, as it’s been asleep for a while. Seriously, how old is this freaking thing? Well, technically it’s not yours, but Phil’s – and he doesn’t approve of new technology. Your dad’s offered to send over a newer, shinier, and probably more capable computer countless times, but Phil’s refused every single time. (His reasoning is something along the lines of “that kid don’t need any more distractions!”) You always get a new phone, though, because your dad and mom like to keep in contact with you, and you also use it to keep in touch with your foster parents, who raised you for a long time. Now that you’ve broken your latest model, though, you’ll have to ask for yet another one... Surely their patience has to wane someday, or else they’d have to be heaven-sent, like gods or something.
Oh, hey, the computer’s started up. Looks like you’ve got a couple of messages – but that’s gotta wait, you’ve got Ariel’s important message to pass on.
--accidentalThunder [AT] began pestering ancientGrammarian [AG]--
AT: Milo! AT: I’ve got a message for you. AT: it’s about the game and Ariel. and stuff. AT: um... it says you’re online... you around? AT: everything okay? AG: Hey Herc. AG: Yeah, everything’s okay. AG: Er, well, for now. AG: I can’t really talk, sorry man. AT: it’s about Ariel. AT: she’s a little busy at the moment, I think? AG: Oh. Yeah. I heard about that. AG: Jim said that she had a “thing she needs to do,” whatever that means. AT: oh. oh okay. AT: well, she’s apparently breaking out of her room right now, which is... um... yikes! AG: Huh? That’s weird. I hope she’s okay... AG: Are you able to contact her? We need her very soon. AT: I sorta... broke my phone. AT: can’t reach her anymore. AG: Again? AT: I don’t wanna talk about it... AG: Okay, makes sense. AG: Well, stay by your computer and don’t go anywhere. We need you soon, and Ariel, as soon as she’s ready. AT: is this about the game? AG: Yeah. AG: But some things about the game are kinda, well, um... AG: Let’s just say that there are some dangerous surprises in store.
Your heart sinks. This is what you were worried about.
AT: ... uh-oh... AG: Yeah, my sentiments exactly. AG: Gotta go, Jane needs my help. AT: Jane! oh no, is she okay??? AT: Milo???
You’ve gotta check on her. Your other messages will have to wait.
See, the thing is, you’ve been having really strange dreams recently. You keep dreaming about laying on a slab of golden stone, and you’re tied up by golden chains that, despite your inhuman strength, cannot be broken. The slab is just floating in darkness, and five other slabs lay around. You can never see them, but you think there are symbols or inscriptions on them of some kind.
And then, as you lay there in defeat, every once in a while you see images sifting through the darkness ahead of you, like billowing dark clouds. These images are never pleasant – meteors, Earth’s destruction, screencaps of pesterlogs talking about macabre topics, and, even more disturbing, images of your friends dying in gruesome ways. One of the most depressing is the repeating image of one of your friends being murdered – by another friend of yours.
You hate these dreams. You’ve never had recurring nightmares until recently, but these just won’t stop. It’s gotten you uneasy and worried about all of your friends – perhaps more than usual. You’ll have to talk to AA or GA about it; they’re used to having all sorts of strange dreams.
Gotta check on Jane... she’s, like, one of your best friends.
--accidentalThunder [AT] began pestering geneticallyCultivated [GC]--
AT: Jane! AT: are you okay?? AT: Milo said something and... GC: herc!!! GC: i’m ever so sorry but i can’t really talk right now GC: there’s some odd sort of countdown and well GC: i’m a little scared at what comes after!!! AT: a countdown? AT: what do you mean?? AT: did you start the game yet? GC: oh yes, we’ve begun. GC: if you can really call it a game!! GC: herc, there’s something terrible going on, and i’m anxious :/ AT: oh no, Jane!
It’s worse than you thought. You hope she’ll give you more information, so you can help.
AT: what’s the matter, is there anything I can do? GC: no there isn’t, i’m sorry, herc!!! AT: okay Jane, if you’re sure... GC: wait a moment. perhaps there is one small favour i can ask of you.
You don’t think “favour” has a u in it. Oh wait, Jane’s British. You keep forgetting.
AT: yeah, what is it? GC: make sure ariel connects to jim as soon as possible. GC: and then you connect to her straightaway. GC: and then make sure CC connects to you directly after! GC: i don’t know what happens after that, milo hasn’t told me, but that’s what you must do. GC: got it? AT: wait. AT: I... I thought I was supposed to connect to AC? AT: and then Ariel would connect to me?? GC: change of plans. milo’s idea, i think. GC: smart move, that, changing plans right when we’re starting!! AT: I don’t think it’s very smart of him... GC: ...yes, herc, that is precisely what i’m saying. AT: oh. GC: oh no, what’s that?? AT: Jane? GC: ... oh bloody hell. GC: i’ve gotta dash, herc. GC: goodbye!!! AT: Jane, what’s going on???
It’s worse than you thought. You’re sick with worry – but the only thing you can do now is wait diligently for Ariel to show. And she’s definitely not here yet.
In the meantime, you can check some of your other messages.
--generationalThaumaturge [GT] began pestering accidentalThunder [AT]--
AT: GT? you changed your handle again. AT: and, um, AT: I think I need a dictionary. AT: or maybe dictionary dot com. GT: Ha! GT: I’m not GT. :3 GT: Well, not the GT you know! AT: oh. AT: oh? AT: ... OH. GT: Huh? AT: you must be one of those, um, AT: acronym doppelgangers that Milo’s always on about! GT: Oh. Haha, yeah, that seems to happen. GT: So, Hercules. GT: How are you? AT: well, I’m actually kind of worried, to be honest... GT: It’ll all be ok! AT: wait wait, why am I even telling you this? AT: not to be rude, but, AT: I don’t even know you! AT: and – wait, what do you mean by “it’ll be okay”? GT: Exactly what I said! GT: It’s going to be ok, Herc. :3 GT: Everything’s alright. AT: you know, I actually think “alright” is two words, to be honest. GT: Sheesh, distracto-boy. GT: No offense, but who cares? AT: I’m kind of offended... AT: who are you, anyways? GT: Mm, maybe I’ll tell you later. GT: I think we’re all gonna. AT: “all?” GT: Yeah, me and my friends. GT: The “acronym doppelgangers.” Heehee. AT: you know, I’m starting to think you’re just a bunch of trolls! GT: Trolls? What? Haha, don’t be ridiculous! GT: Not hardly. GT: We’re nothing like them. AT: huh? AT: i’m not really following. GT: We’re witches!! :3 GT: Duh. AT: uh, witches aren’t real... GT: Um, of course they are! GT: They’ve always been real. GT: There are just less of them on your planet. GT: And they’re treated pretty badly too... AT: my planet? what??? AT: um, I’m pretty certain you’re a troll now. GT: Stop calling me a troll! AT: no, you definitely are. AT: you need to stop bothering my friends and I! AT: or, uh, is it my friends and me? GT: Distracto-boy! GT: This is no way to treat a lady. AT: oh. uh, sorry, miss. AT: ... wait. GT: Shush! GT: I’m not gonna tell you my name yet. GT: But, to avoid confusion, just call me... GT: Koriko. :3 GT: That’s where I’m from. AT: uh, okay, Miss Koriko. GT: Aww. GT: Ok, well, I’ve gotta fly! GT: And so do you. GT: Bye, Herc! AT: um, bye?? GT: Oh, and take me off your “blocked” list. GT: We’re friends now. :3 AT: uh
Gods, that sure was weird. You scratch your head for a moment, frowning at the messages. This “Koriko” girl seems alright – wait, you mean all right – but you’re fairly certain she’s pulling your leg. Witches aren’t real, and she’s not an alien. Probably. Definitely.
You’ve got a bit of a headache now from all this puzzling nonsense, and you’re still terribly worried about Jane. But there’s not much to do until Ariel comes on – come to think of it, you’re worried about her, too! Ugh! So much for being a hero... they could use your help, and you’re not around!
Still, you’ve got one more message to look at – and it’s from somebody you need to talk to anyways. Plus, she’s one of your closest friends.
--covertCastaway [CC] began pestering accidentalThunder [AT]--
CC: wonderboy. CC: where are you? CC: i just got online, and milo told me to talk to you asap... CC: Hercules? CC: oh, forget it, you’re ignoring me. CC: whatever. i’ll come back later. AT: CC, wait!!! CC: oh. CC: decided to see me, have you? AT: you don’t exactly make it easy! AT: you’re not online very often, and when you are, you often choose to make your status invisible. AT: it’s disheartening! CC: mm. AT: so, uh, about this game... AT: Milo said you’re connecting to me. AT: is that, I mean... is that okay with you? CC: sure, i guess.
You know that’s probably the best answer you’ll get out of CC. To be honest, you were expecting an ellipsis, but this is a thousand times better. What an enigma! You find yourself blushing a little bit.
AT: haha, great! AT: oh, well, except, things aren’t so great right now. AT: there’s something weird about the game, Jane was telling me so. CC: ? AT: no, I’m not entirely sure what it is... AT: she had to leave before she could tell me, and I’m really worried! CC: hmm. AT: just stay here, okay? don’t go anywhere. AT: you’re supposed to connect to me, and I’m supposed to connect to Ariel, AT: but she’s nowhere to be found! AT: it’s got me anxious. CC: ariel, huh. CC: god, you and jim both... CC: she’s a bitch, hercules.
You frown at the screen, a little upset. How could CC say something like that? That’s awful.
AT: CC. don’t say that. AT: she’s my friend! CC: i don’t trust her. AT: just because you don’t like her??? AT: that’s completely unfair of you!! CC: whatever, mr. hero. AT: just. stay here, okay? AT: I don’t want to worry about another one of my friends. CC: ... CC: who’s supposed to connect to me? AT: I don’t know. Milo will probably tell you if you ask him, AT: but I think he’s a little busy right now. CC: ok, whatever, i’ll just stay here. AT: okay.
You sit there awkwardly, awaiting another message from her – but CC doesn’t respond. You hate it when she disappears into silence like that. You’d much rather talk to her more! You rarely see her, and she means a lot to you. You really don’t fight that much. Honest.
When she doesn’t say anything, you try one last prod.
AT: um, if you don’t mind my asking, AT: why don’t you like Ariel? CC: like i said, i don’t trust her. CC: ... but i don’t trust most people. AT: why not? CC: people suck. CC: they hurt you. a lot. AT: CC, are... are you okay? CC: people don’t notice when you want to tell them something CC: something important CC: to your closest friend CC: something... CC: something like... CC: um... AT: CC?? AT: CC, I’ll listen to you, I swear I will. AT: I’ll never let anybody hurt you. AT: you mean so much to me...
Another friend to worry about... but at least she’s talking to you. Or, you thought she was. This silence is lasting an awful long time.
You don’t know what to say. You’re at a loss for words.
Well, you can still introduce yourself, at any rate.
Your name is VIOLET PARR, and most of your life you’ve always been INVISIBLE. You stay in your ROOM a lot, hiding behind the CURTAINS (as well as your DARK CURTAIN OF HAIR). You listen to a lot of MUSIC of all kinds, and own a STATE-OF-THE-ART HEADSET to listen to the SWEET JAMZ. You’ve tried your hand at MIXING TRACKS, but they always turn out to be UNSPEAKABLY SHITTY – probably because you’re TONE DEAF. However, you ARE good at PHOTOGRAPHY, and especially like BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS. You also like to READ quite a bit, and hope to one day be a GHOST WRITER. You like COMICS about SUPERHEROES, but you also like HORROR STORIES about NIGHT TERRORS and other nightmarish topics.
Your ROOM is quite plain and actually very CLEAN – probably because you do a METICULOUS job of sweeping up with your BROOM and keeping it SPOTLESS. On one HALF of your room, there is your bed with a STACK OF COMICBOOKS on it, ready for some LEISURELY READING. A solitary BOOKCASE stands up against a DEEP PURPLE WALL, with its contents – books ranging from FICTIONAL STORIES to DETAILED ACCOUNTS OF HAUNTINGS to MYSTICAL TOMES WITH DUBIOUS CONTENTS – alphabetized accordingly. The OTHER HALF of the room functions as an AMATEUR DARKROOM. You don’t let anyone in there; it’s your own SECRET GETAWAY.
You’ve never felt quite at home with your typical suburban American family, sort of like a black sheep or a WITCH AMONGST NONBELIEVERS, with a grumpy force field around you that keeps everyone out. The funny thing is, your family is also sort of out of place, but that’s a discussion for another time. The Internet allowed you to meet Internet friends, who filled a VOID in your life. You’re on the fence about this game clamoring to be played, but you’re on the fence about almost everything. If anyone wants to sway you off the fence, they can find you at your handle, covertCastaway, where you speak in clipped, cynical tones and don’t capitalize anything.
You can’t respond to Hercules! Though your tongue isn’t directly involved into this particular communication, you are nonetheless tongue-tied and have inadvertently gotten yourself into a tight, un-navigable spot. Sometimes you really feel like you need to just hush your dumb mouth. What you were going to say is pretty damn embarrassing, and it’s probably better left unsaid.
You sigh unhappily, and click the option to “appear offline,” in your customary disappearing-and-avoidance tactic. You minimize the window with Hercules’s conversation, and rest your chin on your hands in yet another dejected sigh. It’s hard, being a teenager and growing up. It’s hard, and nobody understands.
Well, Hercules really does seem to understand, and that trait is probably the hardest thing to deal with when talking to him. He’s such a nice guy – not the kind that sticks around just to be a potential love interest, but the guy that sticks around because he cares about you and wants to understand your life and your feelings. Ew. Feelings. Sheesh. Okay enough on that.
You decide to stick around in your room for the time being, since you do need to connect to Hercules soon. You suppose you could bother Jim, but he’s probably all tied up waiting for Ariel’s arrival. You snort in disgust. You’ve never liked the spunky redhead. She’s got a great life in a great house with a family who cares about her, but all she can think about is changing it all on a girlish whim!
She used to be your closest friend, back in the day. You two did have pretty similar lives, even if hers was – is – decidedly more lavish than yours. But then... well... things changed. You don’t really like to think about it too much.
You look at the object on your desk that’s closest to you – besides your laptop. It’s an incredibly thick, equally un-navigable ~ATH code book. You know a little bit about computer programming, and aspire to be a hacker; missions of stealth are very intriguing to you, considering your useful ability. However, you’re pretty shit at it, and if you’re completely honest with yourself, you can make neither heads nor tails of the indecipherable volume before you.
Jim, being an incredibly good mechanic, might find the book interesting. Yesterday, you’d been discussing with him, and outside his usual grumpiness he seemed to find it intriguing. Maybe you’ll send it to him for his next birthday present? He’ll probably get more use out of it anyways. Or you could talk about it to AA; she’s pretty big on coding and computer stuff as well. You know, she’s just good at a fuckton of things and it makes you kind of jealous. Maybe you won’t talk to her.
Looks like somebody’s talking to you, despite of your seemingly offline status. Weird. Windows don’t usually pop up on PesterChum when you’re appearing offline...
Oh, wait, it’s him again. Very few of PesterChum’s functions fool this guy. But that’s okay. He’s your friend.
Even though you don’t even know his name.
--calcifersTicker [CT] began pestering covertCastaway [CC]--
CT: good day to you my little flower witch. ; ) CT: and how might you be faring? CT: choosing to be offline again i see! CT: whats the matter today violet? CC: oh, hey, CT. CC: um, nothing. CT: thats an enigmatic answer! CT: sure you cant spare an old friend a story? ; ) CC: we’re hardly old friends. CT: but weve been internet chums for years now! CC: yeah, but... i don’t know, that phrase doesn’t sit well with me. CC: i don’t even know your name, for starters. CC: it’s getting kind of weird. CT: why vi dont you trust me? CC: oh yes, i completely 100% trust strange men on the internet that i’ve never met. CT: haha touché! CT: i can tell you a pseudonym if youd like. CT: i know its not quite the same but... CC: a pseudonym is better than referring to you as nothing but your acronym. CC: people get confused – they think i’m talking about the other CT. CT: i wasnt aware you chatted me up to your friends! CC: i don’t. CC: i guess it was a hypothetical situation. CT: aha i see. CT: you may call me... CT: pendragon. ; ) CC: pendragon? not the old arthurian myth? CT: arthur! what do you know of him? CC: oh, not much. he was just an old king of timeless legend. CC: he brought england together under the city of camelot which became some sort of paradise? CC: i’m not entirely fucking sure. CT: hmm. CC: anyways, i do know that he was betrayed by his own son, mordred. CC: that always struck me as kinda sad, CC: even if he was a kid born of incest. CC: that’s fucked up. CT: quite! CT: well im sorry to disappoint but im not that arthur. ; ) CC: um. that’s not exactly disappointing. CC: more like an entirely obvious thing that i wasn’t even inclined to think in the first place. CT: oh! CT: legends arent true on your planet then? CC: that’s probably the millionth fucking time you’ve mentioned “my planet.” CC: if you didn’t seem so sane, i’d think you were a troll. CC: all the same... CT: haha im not a troll violet! CT: you know what i think of those war-mongering monsters. CC: and i still have no idea what you mean by that. CT: one day you will! ; ) CT: one day very soon i should think. CT: thats what im here to talk about! CC: what, trolls? CT: haha no my dear. CT: the exciting event thats taking place today! CC: the game? CT: precisely! CC: it’s just a game though. i don’t see what the big deal is. CC: milo and hercules seemed really anxious when i spoke to them about it, which is weird, but it’s just a video game! CC: what could possibly happen? CT: oh vi... CT: more than you know! CT: for now anyways. ; ) CC: that was both cryptic and entirely unhelpful. CT: the two often go hand in hand you know! CT: anyways dear. i suggest you get officially online. CT: your prince will need your expert help soon enough.
You cough and splutter for a second. How could he – Pendragon, you suppose – how could he say something like that!? Fucking ridiculous. And here you thought you could trust this moron.
CC: don’t call him that!!! CT: prince? CT: its his place, violet. CC: okay i don’t know what you mean by that, CC: but he’s not my prince!! CC: i don’t need saving, for one thing. CT: hm? who said anything about saving? CT: youre perfectly capable of taking care of yourself my dear witch. CC: i... i don’t quite know what you’re talking about anymore. CC: and why do you always call me a witch? CC: it’s not exactly a compliment... CT: where im from its a statement of fact! CT: as it is in this case as well. ; ) CC: you know, that was not reassuring at all, and now i feel mildly offended. CT: dont be! im a witch as well. CT: well. not in that sense? CT: hmm. this could potentially get very confusing... CC: ya think? CT: this is all besides the point! CT: become visible violet. CT: theres plenty of time for more invisibility later. CT: nothingness is your specialty! ; ) CC: yeah, definitely still offended. CT: that too will pass. CT: we shall speak again soon. CT: probably after youve entered. CC: entered? CT: no more questions i must be off. CT: goodbye violet CT: and good luck! ; ) CT: oh and you might want to take a look out your window. CT: ta! CC: uh... bye, CC: pendragon. CT: <3
Ugh. He always ends conversations with that obnoxious heart emoticon. You think it’s entirely unnecessary – though your cheeks are heating up a little bit. Even though you’re rude and grumpy to him sometimes, he always makes an effort to talk to you, to see you when you’re not there – literally, as he could find you even when you were supposedly offline. Maybe you don’t trust him yet, but you sure do like this Pendragon guy. You really are friends.
Keeping that in mind, you decide to take his advice and look out the window before mulling over his other enigmatic warnings and thoughts. You stand up from your chair – pausing to stretch a moment – before heading to your window and pulling back the long, dark curtains.
The sight that greets you is completely horrifying; the awkward chat with Wonderboy earlier seems like a cozy fireside chat compared to this. The sky has become tinged with red, and you swear you can see faraway meteors coming down. Oh my god. You didn’t think the world was actually going to end on December 21st – but from your vantage point, that’s sure what it looks like, even though a few hours ago the day was clear and nice, if a bit cold.
The sun streams through your window, only semi-blocked by the dark purple curtains. Your mom insists that you don’t get enough sunlight, and always demands you have the curtains at least halfway open during the day. You scowl faintly at the window, but you’re too apathetic to muster up much emotion. You finish towel drying your hair – still wet from your recent shower – and carefully place the wet rag in your dirty clothes hamper before switching on your state-of-the-art computer. Ever since your dad got that new job at Olympus, he’s been raking in the cash, and all of your old shitty technology has been upgraded to shiny new shitty technology.
There aren’t very many people online at the moment – which is fine with you, since you were going to aimlessly surf the internet anyways. But before you can change your status to “invisible,” you’re bombarded with a quick message; obviously someone here knows your tactics. You open the chat window and the slightest of scowls curls across your face.
Oh. Her.
--troublesomeAquatic [TA] began pestering covertCastaway [CC]--
TA: hi vi!! : ) TA: that rhymes~ xD CC: what do you want. TA: : o TA: i just wanna talk 2 u!! CC: like hell. TA: no rly TA: im bein honest here! TA: no tildes sea?? CC: ok everyone gets that your dad owns a swimwear company. CC: you honestly do not have to make water puns out of it. TA: water u sayin vi?? TA: do my puns annoy u? : o TA: i hope this doesnt mean were anemones!! CC: sigh. CC: i didn’t even think you liked water that much. TA: k tbh i still cant believe ur mad @ me TA: its been a rly long time now TA: n ur not entirely w/out blame either!! CC: a “rly long time” or not, CC: you were a shitty friend. TA: : ( CC: oh don’t give me that bullshit. TA: : o CC: we’re not fronds. not anymore. CC: wait shit TA: ... ; ) CC: i mean friends. CC: it’s because of you that i... TA: i didnt mean 2!! CC: everyone hated me, ok? CC: because of you. TA: ppl like u now vi!! TA: just look @ jim n herc n milo!!! CC: that’s it. TA: vi im p shore everybody forgot the whole thing TA: dont be so insecure. CC: oh yep i definitely found out how to be secure now. CC: thanks for teaching me the secret ariel!!!!! CC: i’ll just not be insecure from now on. CC: yaaaaaay!!!!!!! TA: ... >> TA: the whole thing was rly petty tbh TA: i dont think a lot of ppl remember~ CC: yeah well i remember. TA: n like i said earlier, TA: ur not entirely blameless urself!! TA: u DID lie a lot. CC: ugh. CC: i don’t have to listen to this. TA: no u dont TA: but u obvs need to hear it TA: n u still havent blocked me theres that CC: yeah well CC: i guess i didn’t want to break up our little group. TA: mmhm~ CC: i have my reasons alright? CC: like. CC: this game, for one thing. TA: im so excited for it : D TA: itll just b like old times!! CC: i hope not. CC: things were pretty nasty then. CC: or don’t you remember? TA: ofc i do dont b such a dummy : P TA: but itll be different i think : o TA: were older now n stuff~ CC: is that what you came to bother me about? CC: this stupid game? TA: yes!! TA: its not stupid tho~ TA: i feel like somethin amazing is about to happen!!! : D TA: theres change coming n im excited~~ CC: why are you telling me all this? TA: why not?? TA: were both playing arent we : ? CC: well. yes. TA: then we might as whale be frondly ; ) CC: oh my god. CC: what is it with you people and your stupid puns? CC: you, GT, hell even milo and wonderboy... TA: wonderboy : ? CC: i mean. hercules. TA: i sea~~~~ CC: shut up. CC: why am i even talking about this? CC: i’m leaving this conversation. TA: ok~~ TA: im gonna talk 2 jim then : P CC: wait he’s online? TA: yup! u should pay more attention u guppy : ) TA: byeee~~!!
Dammit. You sit there and seethe for a moment, her hands involuntarily curling into fists. Why would Ariel act like there was nothing amiss? Whenever you two had spoken after the incident, she was nothing but friendly and bubbly! It drove you absolutely crazy. Why couldn’t she ignore you like everybody else? Was she trying to make you insane? She definitely drew a lot of attention to you, and if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was excess attention. You wish you could just block her and be rid of her, but... she’s still in your group of friends, and you don’t want to rock the boat, even if things will never be like they once were.
You take this moment to send Jim a couple of messages, though he doesn’t respond for a little while. You have no doubt that Ariel’s schmoozing him somehow like the little conniving romancer she is.
You have got to stop thinking about this damned girl.
