more swtor? more swtor! apping into singularity

[conspirator]

The other girl you toy with on the station may share my voice, but the similarities end there.

Do giggle to yourself some more about hallucinations and neurological damage. Your wit is blinding. You are, without a doubt, the ultimate conglomerate of informed life decisions and astute observation.

Please think of a subtler description than 'blue alien space babe'. Remember that from my perspective, you're the only alien in this room.

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[soldad]

I can see that yours operates about the same level as mine when it comes to maturity.

[conspirator]

It cannot be overstated how abysmal their handling is of anything and everything requiring class.

[soldad]

[ There's a humming noise that one can only assume is agreement. ]

I'm compiling a list of words that no longer look like actual words since she uses them so much. I'm hoping to train them out of her vocabulary if I can manage it.

[conspirator]

Butt kiss kiss.

[soldad]

[ Flatly: ] Boners. And possibly the use of the word "fucking".

[conspirator]

The combination of "Clove" and the sound of a woman vomiting.

[soldad]

Shriek.

On the other hand, I'm beginning to understand the various forms of "asdfjkl;" she types.

[conspirator]

'Sobbing, I cannot, I can't even, why would you ever, I have all these feels.'

Well, it's not my best impression.

[soldad]

I don't know, which of them were you trying to impersonate? It sounded close to my ears.

Besides, I might strain something if I tried to go that high pitched.

[conspirator]

The one virtue they can claim is a degree of self-awareness, or I may not even be able to slander like this.

[soldad]

One could only hope. Then again, with the number of 'muses' they seem to cultivate, if they didn't have it, they would be lost very fast.

[conspirator]

I was going to make a scathing remark about how a bit of suffering could only improve their characters, but now it's given my mun ideas.

Fantastic.

[soldad]

She took that too literally, did she?

[ After all, they are the characters. He rubs his fingers across his brow. ]

And there's no shortage of ways to suffer on that space station.

[conspirator]

[Jituss gets enough headaches from the brainwashing serum, she doesn't need this shit.]

I know for a fact that she's going to enjoy fiddling with my perceptions of reality. Bring back old enemies, the like. They never know to let sleeping beasts lie.

[soldad]

This one [ He jerks a thumb - upwards, for lack of a better word ] is only hoping she'll be so lucky. Too bad for her I've got a fairly good grasp on what is and isn't real.

I'm sure she'll find a way regardless to torture both of us.

[conspirator]

As your supposed 'space gurlfrand', I'll ensure the process is as painless as is feasible. A little solidarity is the least I could offer.

[soldad]

Don't worry, space gurlfrand, I won't take it the wrong way. [ His mouth twitches in a smile. ] At least I know I have someone as wary as me to back me up.

[conspirator]

And for as long as we have no conflicting loyalties placing us at odds, I'll accept you at my back.

[soldad]

[ Oh, that's a loaded statement. Arthur knows there are two sides on Singularity, and he's reserving choosing one (if he ever does) until he gets there. ]

Well, here's to hoping we don't end up with a pair of conflicting loyalties.

[conspirator]

Loyalties from home or from our pretty prison.

Dammit, now I have to look at that game...

[forcewalking]

So, you're</> the reason I have to deal with Darth Zhorrid.

[ At least in mun's Agent play through. Correct him if he's wrong. ]

yessssssss! (I'm a helper)

[conspirator]

I disavow any influence over Zhorrid's behavior. Far be it from me to interfere with the Sith, lowly servant that I am.

[Fuck those Sith and piss on their couches, their carpets, their weird face masks and everything they love.

And she totes disappeared after Act I. Jituss hasn't the faintest where she went.]

/rages at my phone for autocorrecting my HTML

[forcewalking]

[ Now you know how he feels about Grandpa Kallig. Seriously, he could have at least shown up to congratulate him on making the Dark Council. He's totally getting bound for that.]

Spare me the humble act. I know what happened to Jadus. Most of the Dark Council does, and frankly, we can't decide which of the two are worse.

rude rude *rude*

[conspirator]

[His first problem was expecting more from a crotchety old ancestor.

She would make sympathetic noises and be laughing about his grandpa not showing up to take him to Sith Prom, probably.]

All that happened to Jadus was his own hubris and inability to know a bluff when he hears one. I didn't lay so much as a finger on him, my lord.

I'm gonna need to make new icons, too.

[forcewalking]

[ Nox shrugged. ]

If Jadus was killed by one of his own Agents, then I have very little sympathy for him. Though, his daughter isn't much better, as far as competency is concerned.

[ Though, he brings one of his hands to his chin, thinking for a moment. ]

What is this place like, that you are being sent to?

I was just now staring at mine and thinking wow, hideous, gonna need to replace those

[conspirator]

[Darth Zhorrid is a hungry lunatic who blames anyone and everyone but herself for her shortcomings. But she won't point that out, because they both know it, and because directly baiting Sith is never wise. The agent gives him a tl;dr rundown purely out of habit.]

Large enough to disappear in with a population just under two hundred, I believe. The station is composed of districts, mapped with coordinates and teleporters, each sufficient to house the average colonial endeavor. A network and a wearable device with more utility than my holocom. Traceable identification and keywords, which should settle me in nicely, I think.

You, or I, could live in a home of my choosing among thousands more and never be found if that's what I wish. Mingle if it pleases, when it pleases oneself.

They're better than mine. And I'm loving Ebon Hawk now that we got moved.

[forcewalking]

My mundane finds this tempting... tell us more?

dangit, I almost moved there! My guild went to Canderous Ordo so I felt obligated to trundle after.

[conspirator]

An organized list of relevant links, for perusal at leisure.

An artificial intelligence by the name of Hypatia controls every function, sees every goings-on in the entire station. It is quite literally her body that we walk on, that we look up into when we see simulated sky. Nothing escapes her notice.

Death is, of course, impermanent. That would defeat the purpose, I don't know what, of roping us in.

D: Yeah, my guild was the second best on Shien server Imp-side, so I went with them to Ebon Hawk.

[forcewalking]

I see. I'm not keen on an omnipresent AI, though my mundane doesn't want to pass up the opportunity for... 'canon mates.'

gnarly! I'm jealous, my guild's been all /tumbleweed.

[conspirator]

It truly is irritating to be constantly on your guard around someone who answers to no law, that can trample you underfoot and not even suffer a slap on the wrist.

[See what she did there.]

Hypatia rarely interferes unless she is interfered with, if it's any consolation. Most events are spawned by our cruel mundanes. And you really should have seen mine choke on her own air when she saw your reply to this entry.

They're a great group. They actually made a mod for Dragon Age: Origins for the PC.

[forcewalking]

[ Nox scoffed. He's met her type before, but he's more amused than offended. No [Shock her.] option chosen this time. ]

Did she? Well, mine is glad to have received such a reaction. And so far, he appears interested in this place.