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antionette2013-08-19 07:10 pm
8fold) wrote in antionette2013-08-19 07:10 pm
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HOMESTUCK ᴥ don't mind my bad reputation
Alternia had always been a planet geared to survival of the fittest.
At first, the outbreak hadn't changed much about how Vriska lived her day to day life. It was as simple as doing what she had always done. Self-preservation was the name of the game, and Vriska was an expert player.
Things had started going south as the fungus spread. It crept through the lower classes, taking over entire lawn rings in a matter of days, and then making its way towards the shore. It was then that things became trickier for Vriska. She'd lost communication with most of her friends, be it because they had to flee or...
What did it matter? She didn't have time to dwell on what might or might not have happened to a bunch of trolls she had never actually met face to face. She had to take care of herself, and that's what she was doing as she pieced together what she could on the beach. She could feel the sand in her shoes as she worked on her raft, uncomfortable and scratchy. It was nothing like the pirate ship she used for Flarping, but resources were scarce.
She hadn't planned on taking the flee tactic, really, and she was still bitter that she had little else to resort to. But what was she to do when her lusus started showing the signs of infection?
Cutting down her guardian hadn't been easy, and she preferred not to think about it. The battle wounds were reminders enough.
At first, the outbreak hadn't changed much about how Vriska lived her day to day life. It was as simple as doing what she had always done. Self-preservation was the name of the game, and Vriska was an expert player.
Things had started going south as the fungus spread. It crept through the lower classes, taking over entire lawn rings in a matter of days, and then making its way towards the shore. It was then that things became trickier for Vriska. She'd lost communication with most of her friends, be it because they had to flee or...
What did it matter? She didn't have time to dwell on what might or might not have happened to a bunch of trolls she had never actually met face to face. She had to take care of herself, and that's what she was doing as she pieced together what she could on the beach. She could feel the sand in her shoes as she worked on her raft, uncomfortable and scratchy. It was nothing like the pirate ship she used for Flarping, but resources were scarce.
She hadn't planned on taking the flee tactic, really, and she was still bitter that she had little else to resort to. But what was she to do when her lusus started showing the signs of infection?
Cutting down her guardian hadn't been easy, and she preferred not to think about it. The battle wounds were reminders enough.
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She thinks about what she took the time to gather. "No rod exactly, but I have enough spider silk..." Her lusus' webs were, naturally, the strongest there were. She'd been using the thread for booby traps, to catch approaching enemies. "We could make one up pretty quick."
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She stands from her squat and looks over the wood critically. "I brought my own hammer and nails. You work on this side-- I'll work on the other. Let the building commence and may our seaside voyage begin! In a timely manner, of course."
And without another word, she sets to building.
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She sat opposite of Terezi, working on her already half-finished side.
"What a drag, though!" she exclaimed to break the silence. "Everyone's too dead to do our manual labor." There was something of a laugh in her voice, but it never quite surfaced completely.