Screens, chairs, desks, tables, eels, shoes, anything in the room that could be thrown was thrown. With Kratai in there, that meant even walls could fly.
Everyone had small forts built with piles of cables. Everyone threw what they had near their hands. It was like a snowball fight…but without snow…and with equipment that weighted half a ton flying in the air. Everyone had fun; everyone went nuts, everyone but the grumpy-jade-blood leader of the group.
Hatless and wearing a completely black shirt and only one shoe, he stood in the middle of the room cursing and swearing.
"You bunch of idiots I can't believe you are so fucking retarded stop throwing and ripping things off the walls the meteor will fall apart for gogs sake STOP IT KRATAI PUT THAT FUCKING WALL DOWN YOU ARE GOING TO – FUCK MYUURA MY HEAD IS NOT A TARGET FOR FUCKS SAKE NOW SOMEONE GIVE ME BACK MY GOGDAMMED HAT BACK KRYPOZ I KNOW YOU HAVE MY SHOE NOW GIVE IT BACK YOU ASSHOLE DON'T YOU – METRYR IS THAT MY SHIRT!? FUCK NO. HOLD IT. DON'T USE IT TO WIPE OFF YOUR FUCKING SLIME WITH –
His face went bright jade and he stormed out of the room furious while discs flew at his head. He screamed, pushed things around, flipped tables and kicked everything around him while he stumbled through a maze of stairs and hallways. Once he reached a metal door with his sign drawn on it with purple paint, he stopped. Taking a deep breath he then punched the door until he was satisfied. There was a small beep and then the door opened.
As soon as he was in and the door closed behind him he dropped himself on one of the many piles in his room. A pile of robot junk and wires…
He shoved everything aside, kicked everything out of his way once again and then dropped on the bare floor. He stared at some of the screens and pieces he kept on his room. For a moment he thought of building a robot to beat it up and get his anger out. Flipping a table was easier. Instead he just stayed on the floor.
After a while the speakers all around the meteor turned on and a voice went through the meteor, talking to everyone.
"Everyone brace yourselves! We are going to go through a gigantic dream bubble."
Morgen recognized Ophira's voice and thought of going to talk with her.
"…Krypoz and Myuura will be there…no."
"OH! There also seems to be another meteor around!"
There was silence for a moment before the inter-communicators turned on.
"Wait what!? There's another meteor? That's impossible, we should be the only session in the out here!"
That was Krypoz…or Ofenia; their voices were pretty much the same. Girly.
Before he could hear any more arguing or nonsense he turned off the speakers. Since there were no switches he just threw sharp metal pieces at every speaker until the room was silent. Feeling not safe enough from the outside screech he opened the only window in the room. It led to a platform surrounded by some sort of fence. From there he saw the dream bubble that Ophira was talking about. It was really big, bigger than any other bubble he had seen while in that meteor.
He sat down against a wall and just waited until they crossed the bubble. He was fed up with all the trolls in there and meeting their doomed selves was no relief to him. He wanted his hat back, his shirt with his gogdammed symbol in it and no slime stains, he wanted some time in a pile with his matesprit and no other troll around, and he wanted his fucking shoe back. But he still wanted to go through that bubble. Every time they crossed one he expected to find traces of the old Alternia, remember those good old times when it was just stupid fun and role playing games. He wanted those good old times when he could go to that stupid and sometimes overly stoned purple-blooded troll whenever he was feeling like he was feeling that day. He looked again at the bubble as the meteor was absorbed by it.