A/N: Jay again, and this is my first story that WON'T be a oneshot! This is just the introductory chapter. I'll be taking suggestions for the characters Mami and Kyouko chat with. Remember to read and review! :)
Trollin' in the Deep
Mami rapped her fingers on the desk as the loading bar inched its way towards the 100% mark. She wasn't quite sure what the program Kyouko sent her even was, but the red-haired girl had insisted upon finding some sort of electronic means of communication. "Besides," Kyouko had mumbled through a mouth stuffed with pastry, "The whole telepathy business freaks me out a little. I always feel like Kyubey's listening in, ya know?"
Right.
The screen blipped to life as a "Loading Complete!" appeared and a new window popped up. Time to see what Kyouko was so adamant about getting her to download.
As she input her handle, the first thing Mami noticed was the rather gaudy color scheme. A rather garish red with black seemed to be the default for this program. Typical, given that Kyouko always had a soft spot for bright reds. She took note of the self-explanatory name, Trollian, and the fiendish-looking icon it displayed on her otherwise flowery desktop. Mami pinched the bridge of her nose with a free hand. Oh goodness, this was probably some ploy to spam her computer with pictures of food, or worse, some type of pornography.
Before she could get to her control panel to uninstall this awful thing, she received a message.
chimericalIllusionist [CI] began trolling aureateCulinarian [AC]
CI: mamiiiiii! it's kyouko!
AC: Sakura-chan?
CI: KYOUKO! get it right! :P
AC: Okay, fine, "Kyouko." Goodness, I don't see why you insist upon such informalities when you know that I'm quite fond of formalities. (^_^*)
AC: Anyways, I now know that you had me install an instant-messaging system, but what for? You were very vague about the reasoning. And why this particular one of all systems? It looks terrible!
CI: i'm getting to that!
CI: anyways, this one has some pretty kickass features that come bundled with the download. B)
CI: hence the ridiculous file size.
AC: Okay, like what?
CI: oh, um, i'll show you a few of them when i get to your house. i'll be there in a few minutes! but for now, just troll any of these handles right here:
AC: Kyouko, I'm not going to troll anyone for you.
CI: there's commandingCavalier. He's a dick, but he tries to play it off as being really gentlemanly and shit. it's pretty hilarious.
CI: then there's gallowsCalibrator, who's actually pretty cool peeps? actually, she contacted ME first. she's kind of like me, too, so she's bound to be fun to talk to. ;)
CI: OH don't forget to chat with temperedCombatant. i think he's your type, winky winky! ;D
AC: Kyouko!
CI: ;D
AC: By the way, how did you find all these handles…?
CI: lots of random typing. a lot of it's the result of a really boring sunday morning a week or two ago.
CI: anyways, i'll be off now! amuse yourself in the meantime.
chimericalIllusionist [CI] has ceased trolling aureateCulinarian [AC]
Mami stared blankly at her screen. No, I will not play her little game, she thought.
But the temptation was still there.
Maybe just one chat couldn't hurt. I've gone through a lot of trouble installing this thing anyways, she thought. Mami shrugged. She didn't quite trust Kyouko's judgment enough to warrant starting a conversation with someone Kyouko claimed was "her type." And gallowsCalibrator just sounded intimidating.
She lifted her fingers tantalizingly over the keyboard.
aureateCulinarian [AC] began trolling commandingCavalier [CC]
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