[05:47] -- abyssalArrow [AA] began pestering gaslampTragedian [GT] at 17:47 --
[05:47] AA: Hi.
[05:50] GT: Good evening.
[05:52] AA: What are you doing?
[05:53] GT: At the moment? Fixing my printer...damn dots are all out of line. I'm covered in toner ribbon and the stench of failure.
[05:54] AA: What does it smell like?
[05:55] GT: It smells a lot like french fry grease and pachouli oil.
[05:56] GT: Kind of makes one wish to vomit, yet makes one hungry. And even thinking of food makes one nauseous again. Its amazing.
[05:57] AA: Tantalizing. Certain chemicals do arouse a sense of adventure.
[05:58] GT: Speaking of which...how fairs my belladonna bellatrix this evening? Bad news perhaps?
[05:58] AA: I'm trying to combine a tarantula with a bluejay, it isn't working.
[05:59] AA: I do not know where to put the wings.
[06:02] GT: A trantajay? Hmm...have you tried placing them on the abdomin and reconfiguring the legs forward, almost like a feathered mosquito?
[06:03] GT: So the thorax and head flex downward a bit, eager to end the life of its prey bellow, greedy arms looking for purchase upoon the young hero's neck....
[06:04] AA: Perhaps. I'll try rearranging the legs to the front and rear, put the wings on the thorax, and swap the heads.
[06:05] AA: If only I could replace the beak with fangs.
[06:05] GT: But how will you fit the 8 eyes on the jay head...it isn't a proper monster without the eyes of eight.
[06:05] AA: That kind of precision is extreme.
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[06:06] AA: I could attempt it.
[06:06] GT: No no a beak is fine. Lots of glorious eye trauma potential with beaks.
[06:07] AA: Hmmm... I may scrap this attempt and replace it with a crowrantula.
[06:07] AA: Better pecking beaks,
[06:07] GT: GLORIOUS!
[06:08] GT: Its...so grotesque and perfect.
[06:09] GT: Don't let those philostines tell you otherwise. What you do is art..its borderline magic. It touches me like a creepy uncle at an eighth birthday party.
[06:10] AA: I appreciate the sentiment.
[06:10] AA: Perhaps when you die I can make something out of you.
[06:11] GT: Not sure if you're flirting with me or threatening my life.
[06:11] AA: Is there a difference?
[06:12] GT: Seems you've been spending more then a little time with spiders.
[06:13] AA: They're more difficult than the other animals, both to kill without damaging and take apart.
[06:14] AA: I'm getting better at it though.
[06:16] GT: Hmm how do you make bolts small enough?
[06:16] AA: You don't. You have to fire a net shot to catch it, then pick it up by the abdomen and stick needles into the underbelly.
[06:17] GT: Wouldn't a butterfly net be easier?
[06:18] AA: I can find them easier if I'm in the trees.
[06:21] GT: But...oh nevermind...you penned the enchiridian when it comes to hunting from all appearances.
[06:22] AA: I try.
[06:24] GT: Aren't your parents worried about you traipsing through the woods with a bow at all hours and filling their house with glorious fur?
[06:26] AA: Hmm. My mother is quite flabberghasted about it, but I have my own shed that I moved into.
[06:31] GT: What kind of woman is your mother...your relationship sounds shakey.
[06:34] AA: She and I have our differences.
[06:35] AA: Speaking of which, I think she is cooking some of the doe I caught yesterday.
[06:36] GT: How...disgustingly domestic. I was rather sure your mother was some manner of lumberjack with a majestic beard and mighty ax roughing it alone in the woods with her only daughter.
[06:36] GT: No offense to your sainted mother
[06:37] AA: The problem is I haven't skinned it yet.
[06:37] AA: I must away for a few minutes.
[07:02] AA: I return.
[07:09] GT: Hands covered in blood, elektra's gleem in thine eyes and a harsh maddened cackle profaning maiden lips?
[07:09] AA: Is that some form of prose?
[07:10] GT: No, some form of question
[07:10] AA: Can you rephrase the question?
[07:11] GT: Have you returned with your hands covered in blood, with a look of matricidal rage in your eyes and a crazy laugh?
[07:12] AA: Unfortunately no.
[07:13] GT: Ah perhaps another day then
[07:15] GT: I have attempted to orchestrate the demise of my guardian multiple times.
[07:15] GT: Alas, he is made of sterner stuff then I
[07:16] AA: Mine keeps well enough away, most of the time.
[07:16] AA: Or perhaps it is I who keeps away.
[07:17] GT: Semantics!
[07:18] GT: Equivocation!
[07:18] AA: Perhaps
[07:19] AA: Rest assured, if I wanted her dead, she would be.
[07:20] GT: You sound confident of your chances against the mighty lumberjack matron
[07:20] AA: I wouldn't call her... mighty...
[07:20] GT: What would you call her?
[07:23] AA: Worthy.
[07:26] GT: Worthy of praise?
[07:26] GT: Worthy of distain?
[07:26] AA: Both. She is both a Worthy Adversary and a Worthy Caretaker.
[07:28] GT: I see. Archibald is just...annoying
[07:30] GT: But I digress. How was your repast?
[07:34] AA: The doe is ruined, but that is fine.
[07:34] AA: I have twelve more in my dungeon.
[07:35] GT: Dungeon?
[07:35] AA: My Freezer Dungeon.
[07:37] AA: Used for keeping all of my kills cold.
[07:40] GT: I see...I am struck by all consuming envy
[07:41] AA: Do you have some use for my dungeon?
[07:43] GT: Its a fungeon! There are a mind bungling number of uses
[07:43] AA: I assure you, it is quite cold. Colder than my room.
[07:44] GT: The deepest pits of tarterus may be colder then your palace of furs.
[07:48] GT: And sadly my space here is very limited...I am not granted much freedom of movement by sir clanksalot.
[07:49] AA: Why is that?
[07:52] GT: Ask whoever built the bastard.
[07:52] AA: You did not?
[07:52] GT: Heavens no
[07:58] AA: How did he find you.
[07:58] GT: Speak of the devil
[07:59] GT: I must take my leave
[07:59] AA: Oh dear.
[07:59] AA: Good Luck.
[07:59] -- gaslampTragedian [GT] ceased pestering abyssalArrow [AA] at 19:59 --
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