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[playpurrtend]

[You're gods, you don't need things like terminals to access the network. It's all telepathy.

Nonetheless what you'll see when you do figure it out is a short gray-skinned girl looking mildly confused.]

I didn't ascend to godhood on purrpose, but this could be good fur us... I don't know half the people I've met here, though. There's hardly any trolls here.

All right, gods and goddesses! We'll paws and get to know each other befur we get to our duties as deities. I want to know your names, what you're doing here, your quadrants, and one thing about yourself. Even if it's just your favorite color.

I'll start. My name is Nepeta Leijon, I'm Goddess of Shipping - appurrantly - Equius Zahhak is my moirail, and I like to rolepurrlay in my furee time.

Comments

[avatarofruin]

>He supposes he'll humor the girl. What could possibly go wrong?

A pleasure to meet you and whoever else may appear here. I am Louis Cyphre, the God of Chaos. I enjoy...reading in my spare time as well as a good drink.

>His brow furrows as he thinks of the other thing she wanted to know. Quadrants? He had only recently found out as to what shipping was from this child. Of course, she wasn't exactly a human either. This girl is of a world different from his own.

Define what you mean by quadrants.

[jack_of_spades]

[On this end, there'll just be a dark skinned (shelled?) alien man, though that shock quickly smoothes over to a lesser one of disbelief, mixed with annoyance and recognition.]

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

[playpurrtend]

Quadrants are - that could take a pen and papeurr.

[Quite a difficult concept for some people.]

[playpurrtend]

[Hissssssssssssssssssss.]

Guess who's not happy to see you, either?

[avatarofruin]

You speak differently from those of my realm. It's quite curious, given how long I've kept up with language and its evolution.

Though to be fair, I cannot say I have met a being such as yourself before.

[jack_of_spades]

Tch, I can't even fucking get away from you damn trolls by dying. "Goddess of Shipping"? Sounds like more excuses to smooch each other whenever the fuck you want.

[Yeah, he's still mad about that.]

[playpurrtend]

It does't work like that! This is impurrtant!

[playpurrtend]

You look like a human, are you not one?

[jack_of_spades]

Important. Riiiiiiight.

Some of us have better things ta do than think 'bout who we're smoochin' all the time.

[playpurrtend]

Oh yeah? What's your job?

[avatarofruin]

>He supposes telling her some of the truth won't hurt as she doesn't seem to know of his story. Still best to keep it vague though.

More than human, enough to rival a god. Though I may not be human I choose to walk among them.

[jack_of_spades]

[That's definitely an uncomfortable pause right there.]

...God of Hatred. Looks like all that soul-blackening rage finally payed off for me, eh?

[playpurrtend]

Hm...

[Not ringing any bells.]

I'm a troll. On Alternia we didn't have any humans, so I've only met a coupurr.

[playpurrtend]

So you do what I do, except less of it.

[jack_of_spades]

Do what you do - the fuck's that s'possed ta mean?

[playpurrtend]

As the goddess of all shipping, not just blackrom, I am your immediate supurrior~

[avatarofruin]

You are different from any troll I've ever met.

>You're not fuzzy nor are you blue and at least ten feet tall.

I see, an entirely different planet then. One I've never heard of.

>Louis isn't going to admit it but you've captured his interest. He may follow you around as he does certain humans like the one in the yellow, so he can pick up on some hints as to what Alternia is like.

[jack_of_spades]

Blackrom?

[Pause, as he tries to recall what that specifically means from the times Karkat tried to "educate" him on it.

Then it clicks.]

Oh fuck you, you little bitch. Hate ain't all 'bout that blackrom shit! And I ain't anyone's subordinate an' shit.

[playpurrtend]

[All the more opportunity to find ships for you - I mean what.]

We've conquered a lot of our galaxy, but the universe is big. Really, really big. So I'm not surpurrised.

[playpurrtend]

...

Teammates?

[She still thinks she's the boss of this team though.]

[jack_of_spades]

I ain't working with any of you dumb trolls, s'fuck off!

[Too bad, he's used to be being the one in charge.]

[playpurrtend]

You are not a team player.

[jack_of_spades]

And just what the FUCK would you fucking KNOW 'bout working with a team?

[Rage, soul blackening rage. He lost all three of his Crew, he's not about to take what he perceives as an insult to his time with them.]

Don't talk shit 'bout what you don't know a thing about.

[playpurrtend]

[...to be fair, her team started killing each other. She hesitates.]

Well you could be a little more open to the pawsibility.

[helborn]

Um... I'm Casper LeBlanc, I'm the God of Frost, and... uh... I guess... I once dropkicked a sniper out of a window?

[That's pretty cool, right?]