Re: Trolls Just Wanna Have Fun (OPEN)

[Derpy]

Well, your "friend" seems to still be there. At least, for now.

Trollianlog:

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Ope, there went all your false bravado and ability to convey any thought or idea! Damn, it mustreally suck to be you right now. Truly.

Pesterlog:

[Guest]

Artpor made a 'snuff' noise, watching the two trolls converse from their hiding place. The pheromones the jadeblood was letting off was laughable, but that could just be due to their bitterness towards her for taking something they didn't get the chance to examine... and pulling their hair.

They had to be extremely cautious this time; there were two trolls, as well as a large, flying bug. They would follow them closely for now, but one way or another, they would take back that damn jaw bone, even if the thing wasn't worth the trouble.

[timesrowKilling]

" WelL MY LusuS NeveR ReallY TaughT ME HoW TO SwiM... AnD I JusT SortA GreW UseD TO NoT DoinG SomethinG ThaT A SeadwelleR ShoulD DO." He laughs a little and blushed some more as he scratches the back of his head. " AnD IT WoulD BE NicE IF YoU CoulD TeacH ME HoW TO SwiM, BuT I DO AgreE ThiS IS NoT ThE TimE NoR PlacE TO StarT LessonS." He wondered how his lusus would react to another troll on the island. She'd most likely sniff her and be intrigued by the new troll, but eventually lose interest. He smiled at the thought as they continued walking.

His smile turned into a frown when Jaivyn notioned over to the giant fin of the sea beast. " JusT FuckinG GreaT." this might end up being a very bad time..

[BurdenKing]

hidden beneath a desk, writing furiously as various monsters and aberrations seemed to fade into and out of existence around her, a small troll girl wrote in a freshly bound book. Her fears were acting as fuel, and she converted it into horrific tales that would perfectly transmit the feelings she felt to those unfortunate enough to read the pages. It calmed her, rather quickly to, as she estimated she would be able to leave her little hidey hole in about another couple of days. However, he now vacate cubby which had once held food made that option unviable.

panic started to set in, and she almost left from underneath her desk, but before she could push away the curtain that kept her hidden. The reason she had gone into hiding in the first could still be out there, despite it having been nearly a week. She pulled her hand away, and pulled her knees to her chest, letting out her quietest sigh. However, before she could become to depressed, she suddenly remembered exactly the answer she needed.

Pullin gout her Husk top and placing it in her lap, she began to quietly and slowly type out her message, making no noise as she did for fear that whatever possible threat that lied outside her little haven would hear her.

Trollian log:

[DistantRed]

- ”sorry marzin, back finally! had to find my ^^ay out of my obnoxiously big hi^e first though, which kinda sucked.”

- ”oh. uh. you aren't marzin.”

- ”my finger must'^e just slipped, is all!”

These are the vital pieces of information in the messages he received. True, not a lot of data to go on, but Janius has gotten by on less.

From this, he can confirm that:
- The fuchsia-blooded troll has a big hive, which doesn’t really mean much considering fuchsias tend to have large hives.

- Janius is not Marzin, which doesn’t really mean much either.

- Her finger slipping implies that not only is Marzin a Trollian user, but it also implies that Marzin’s pesterchum name is close to his. This fact means that their typing color and perhaps blood color is near to his.

So, Janius is looking for a rust-to-bronze blood named or nicknamed Marzin who uses Trollian. This should be rather simple.

Looking for where the servers could be interesting, but getting in would not be simple even if he could find wherever the hell that is.

Going hive-to-hive is also a possibility, but that would take forever. It can be simplified to hives with electricity which can be found via a map of electrical grids to a GPS of houses quite easily. This only narrows it down a little, of course, but it did narrow it down, but solar power is a thing… so let’s un-narrow that. You can narrow it down to internet hotspots, but that is rather rough to do because you can steal somebody else’s internet connection.

This can be compared with census data for rust/bronze Marzins, but that doesn’t help either. It can further be narrowed to rust/bronze Marzins who have rated fuschias positively, but that narrows it down only so much because the VAST majority of those who have answered negatively have been culled. Ah, re-affirmations of sea nobility haven’t been this good for such a long time. It’s just simply beautiful to see nay-sayers unable to say nay.

Hmm, it is also best to search for Marzins within the same timezone as Janius himself.

From here, one can go from Janius’ house to Marzin to Marzin to Marzin until the Marzin required is found. Janius sets up a GPS route to follow that allows him to be able to see the Marzins with his vision no-fold without going unnecessarily close to their houses.Not only is this a path of best possible Marzins, but also a path of least resistance and partially a path of least susceptibility. Gee, this kind of planning would be nice if it was used for something purposeful to the good of trollkind.

Uploading this GPS data to his mobile device, he hears a slamming from his guardian’s bedroom. He humphs, and tightens the gauze that’s around his non-eyes. He then slowly lifts the “lid” of his underground hive, peering out carefully, acknowledging the lack of any watchful eyes outside. Good. The coast is clear.

Janius relaxedly throws the lid off, climbs out, puts the lid back on, and then puts on a layer of dirt or two or five and then a layer of leaves and twigs. The “five layers of dirt” is about 6 inches. It would be very difficult to find this hive even without some kind of vision especially of the no-fold variety.

Around him is a bunch of trees, and scattered on the ground is dirt, leaves, and twigs of various colors. Nearby is a trusty cardboard box. Being a kleptomaniac for useless stuff, the gauzed-eyed child stores this box in slot [8][9][5][7][6][2][9]. Who knows? Maybe this can be used for stealth at some point. He looks towards the sky and easily uses the stars to find the direction he needs to go.

Out of all the Marzins, it’s surprising that there was a Marzin living so close to Janius. DISTURBINGLY surprising. Looking at the house, Janius can see inside and there doesn’t appear to be a troll inside, but this specific Marzin does indeed have a computer to be looked at, but the screen is off, most likely due to a power-saving function. If the rest of the journey is a failure, this is definitely a house to re-iterate on. Leaving a note seems like something to make things easier, but eh, it’s best not to leave a trace. Besides, based on the broken latches on the inside of the door, this hive appears to have had its occupant culled. Pity. Based on signs of aging inside the house, the past owner is rather really bad at house management (reason on its own to be culled) or it’s been a really long time.

Walking further, a couple Marzins later, it dawns on him. This is stupid. There’s HOW many Marzins and it’s HOW Far between them? It is also night and most trolls who are normal are currently outside. From Janius’ luck so far, it appears that all Marzins so far are normal trolls who are outside, albeit quite a few are dead as well. Hopefully the fuchsia’s Marzin isn’t cull-worthy enough to be culled.

…

How dare Janius accuse a FUCHSIA BLOOD of association with riff-raff.

…

JANIUS is most likely even more riff-raff than him!

Calm down, kid, it’s best not to cry any tears while wearing the gauze. It’s hard, but he manages not to cry over something stupid for once. Must’ve been a nat-20 on the “Attempt to not be a pathetic dweeb” roll.

Janius notices some kind of… neanderthal troll(?) walk past. It seems to have smelled something, and personally Janius is just glad it wasn’t him. He hasn’t bathed in nearly 2 hours now. What a poor display a hygiene this is for everybody involved. It’s a surprise that this troll hasn’t smelled all 2 hours of unadulterated musk. It’s a surprise the whole WORLD hasn’t smelt such stench.

Also nearby are a bronze blood and a jade blood, assuming you trust clothing, who seems to be paying more attention to their phone than the outside world. Eh, must be a Fidusspawn Go player. It’s a shame that this plague of Go hasn’t ended yet. A break would be nice. There’s been a bunch of walking today and this is as good as a place to take this break: right behind this tree here, watching, Janius secretly hopes they get killed in their stupidity playing that game.

[Thebluemage]

He had just gotten done fixing his arm up, admiring the handiwork of roughly a fourth of his arm now covered in stitches and a...somewhat worrying amount of blood. Maybe he should ask the internet if that was a bad thing? Eh, he felt a bit fuzzy but otherwise fine. The cut was dealt with now and he could shake his arm about without the flesh jiggling! Good times, good times all around. Ozeath got up, staring around at his respite block and grinning widely despite the throbbing of his chest. His hive was great, a big old spike of heated metal sticking out of a harsh wasteland. His room reflected this somewhat, hunting trophies and other gruesome artifacts covering the walls alongside posters of cartoons and book series he had a particular fondness for. Above a stone fireplace(hard as hell to get, too! Ain't no stone on a glacier!) was his crossbow, a massive construct that shot bolts as long as a normal troll's arm.

He called her Bertha.

Next to that, was a massive jewel-inlaid mirror he had stolen from some FLARPers that came to close to his home. He used it mostly for flexing at himself. The whole room was used more for storing his various nicks and knacks than it was for any actual sleeping. Really that was only there because he didn't like getting horrific nightmares every time he slept outside of that goo.

Eh, minor details. Now he would go and skin that clawbeast and maybe dance around in its hi-hey he was getting trolled! Lets see who it was-

He stopped in his tracks, stitched and naked in the stairway, his smile dead like a snowball in hell.

His moirail was hungry and scared.

She needed him.

Trollian Log:

He immediately ran outside to drag the clawbeast in, before realizing going outside into the howling glacier planes naked was an awful idea and running back in hissing. He had frostbite once, and he didn't want to repeat that again.

After getting his clothes on, it all became so much easier. Within an hour, he was on his boat and sailing off with a ridiculous amount of supplies, a large pelt, and an even larger crossbow.

[PerpetuallyAdroit]

Starnge, Marzin had that feeling like he was being watched again but like, twice as strong... No matter! Who gives half a darn about any ominous feelings of worry when there are friends to be talking to, "Oh ya mean the Fuchsia? I don't know what your so worried about, she seemed nice." He grins, "Even if she was nefarious in some way, not like she knows where we are or anything. Only a crazy troll would waste their time tracking down a single bronzey." Marzin shrugs, turning to face the direction of his Hive community. He had that gut feeling he usually gets, the one that makes him feel like he's missing a whole heap of stuff. But noticing shit could wait! Right now he had a mission to complete. Getting this dang hassle of a jawbone to the right people. He turns his head to Viseri, "I gotta get back, you wanna come with?"

[Guest]

You've gotta be kidding me!

There was yet another troll heading towards the two they were stalking. Artpor considered giving up; there were too many, and they've already been spotted by two people today. The third's eyes were covered, so they assumed that he was healing from a wound.

Or just horribly, horribly ugly. Yeah, he was most likely ugly.

They shook their head, pushing away the thoughts of giving up. Their bitterness - and personal vendetta against the jadeblood - was spurring the urge to continue to follow them. Was this even for the jaw bone anymore? Probably. Artpor slunk away into the forest, going to try and get ahead of the group and set up yet another trap.

[BurdenKing]

Oroelo watch the replies from her moirail, and blushed a grayish gold as smiled a bit, feeling a little warm inside at her Moirail's quick action. She pressed her hands to her cheeks, and let out a pleased little squeek as she rocked side to side in excitement. After getting a hold of her self, she leaned into her Husktop, feeling a lot better already as she typed her replies.

Trollian Log:

After sending the messages, Oro began to look around her current little hiding spot. She wanted to meet her Moirail in the usual spot, but what about the threat that may lie on the outside of the curtains that kept her blocked off from the rest of the world.

She frowned, pouting a bit as she began to try and work up whatever nerve she could to sprint from underneath her desk and towards her Moirail as fast as she could.

[DistantRed]

That bronze blood mentioned something about a fuchsia blood and being worried and something sounding like an unintentional insult to his methods. Damn it’s hard to hear. Janius may have heard what he wanted to hear, but is uncertain due to not having hearing no-fold(?).

Janius decides that it’s probably best to relay this information to fuchsia blood. He picks up his and notices… oh, he was talking to somebody already.

Trollian Log to NP:

That poor, poor recon team, and that poor, poor doctor. None of them expected to burn alive today. Ah, but right here, there is such a great view for seeing a burning satellite in the sky.

He takes out a cup of tea and sips.

Now, the fuchsia blood.

Trollian Log with CI:

[Thebluemage]

The waves were choppy and dark, a sure sign to Ozeath that this journey would be one of the hard ones. Not many things could make Ozeath hesitate, but a storm at the high seas...that was enough. Swimming was very difficult for him, he had no idea why, thoughhe had heard some trolls mention he has abnormally dense bones, making him heavier in water. Apparently if he wasn't at strong as he was, just walking around would be difficult. It wasn't just that, though, horrifying things lived in the ocean and while he was confident in his ability to kill them in a straight fight,a constantly shaking deck in the middle of a sea wasn't exactly a straight fight. Plus some of the beasties down there can just destroy his ship with their mind.

Nature is crazy, man.

He began to go over everything he was bringing
his palepal...lets see: Three large barrels of smoked salted meat he was bringing to restock his little Oso, six barrels of preserved cheese he'd been storing for this trip, a whole lot of fresh water melted from the glacier - six special barrels worth, some navigation tools, a few quivers of bolts for Bertha, a few flasks of oil, a few urns of salt(he found the Urns in an old frozen temple! It was c()()l.), and some cool knick-knacks he found out exploring. He also brought the stories he had been writing was something he had been keeping a secret, he had been inspired by her own writings and had wanted to give it a shot. He couldn't really do horror well, he learned("AND I WAS THE MONSTER THE WHOLE TIME" didn't seem like a good climax, in retrospect.) and had thus tried writing adventure novels on for size! Based on his own hunts and explorations. It didn't seem awful to him, he enjoyed re-reading them and changed anything he didn't like, so he hoped Oro liked them when he brought them over. He realized he was nervously kicking up snow when he thought about that, and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He'd fine, he'd be fine. He thought it was kind of funny he was more worried about Oroelo not liking his stories than the possibility of drowning or something in the upcoming trip.

Heh.

Gathering up the last of his supplies, he began to pull the ship from the scrawny wooden port he had found here and rebuilt, he was no carpenter but it was good enough for a ship this size, roughly enough to hold ten trolls and enough supplies for twice that. Hmm...he was missing something...

Eh, if he forgot it, it probably wasn't that important! With that, he sat down in his personal seat - a special carved bench with all sorts of weird flowery designs in it, naturally taken from a dead FLARPers ship, and began to pump his arms, pulling the boat out of dock and into the open sea. After about...what, an hour, a half hour? After an hour at sea he felt the breeze begin to pick up, and pulled down his home-made sails to let nature do all the hard work. Aaah, pure trollish ingenuity - internet, what would he do without it?

Probably die, now that he thought about it. How else would he learn how to make a heater or treat early stage frostbite.

He decided to open up his pocket trollian device and responded to his delightful little cheesewheel, now that he was a bit free.

Trollian Log:

He smiled, a special warmth rising in his chest just from chatting with her. He felt at ease, he started leaning down and closing his eyes to just enjoy himself until the storm hit. Just....drose off...

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He didn't know how long it had been, all he knew was that he was now within the strongest storm of his life, the pitch heavens above were assaulting the blueblood with their vindictive wrath, lighting striking the water nearby. "Shit, shit shit shit shit fuck, shit..." He mumbled, terrified and immediately running to secure anything loose that handn't fallen overboard yet.

And then he heard a scream that peirced through the sea and storm. Fear paralyzed him, a primordeal instinct screaming at him not to move and hope that whatever danger was there would pass.

Soon, one slithering, tooth covered tendril slammed into the side of his ship, causing a few odds and ends to fall into the dark sea below. A creature with a long, blue scaled neck rose out of the water, a pair of massive pincers on his cheeks facing downward like an executioners axe coupled with a massive, prehensile lower mouth that looked more like a tongue than anything else. It gave another roar, one that Ozeath had to physically try and resist. It...it was a Kyrabyss. He had never actually seen one in the flesh, and had been glad of it. They lived deep in the abysses of the ocean, using their terrifying roar to stun their prey before eating them. Above the water it was even louder, his eyedrums had immediately popped upon hearing it, and now deep blue blood trickled down his cheeks.


Soon, four more lesser heads floated upwards - the branchs of a massive terrifying oak. He had won his faculties though, and none too soon as one of the disgusting scaled heads leaped down at him, impaling its teeth into the deck and leaking black saliva onto the boards.

Oh yeah, they were poisonous too, great.

Before he could think, his crossbow was in his hands, neatly falling out from his strife deck a second before he loosed the heavy metal bolt into the Kyrabyss's scaled neck. On a normal troll, that projectile would easily impale them and the troll behind them. On this thing, it barely broke the scales. Despite the minute damage, it had succeeded in making the creature very, very mad. The rest of the heads began stabbing at him, almost impossible to dodge. If he had been a bit smaller, a bit faster, or maybe just in a better spot when this attack happened, he would've been spared from it's bite.

As it was, he had his wounded arm torn into by the main head's hundreds of razer sharp teeth, ruining his stiching and making his arm an absolutely bloody mess. Ozeath didn't realize it, but he was very fortunate that thunder blocked out his scream of sharp agony.

He needed to end this fight fast, or he'd be dead. How though? He couldn't shoot it, and he doubted his hammer would work well here...shit, what to do...

Well first he needed to get this fucking thing off his arm. With strength born from fear and rage he ripped the main head off with a wet pop, taking off one of the pincers with sheer brute strength. He was lucky it had gotten stuck in the deck instead of his arm, otherwise he'd of lost it in a very brutal fashion. Gods that was terrifying. Letting his arm fall limply to the side, he ran over to the hatch leading to the storage, kicking it open and jumping in right before two of the lesser heads could rip him into nice, Ozeath sized chunks.

"Oil, oil, oil, oil..." He repeated to himself, over and over again, trying to find one of the flasksand accompanying flint. If he could set that thing on fire, it'd hop back into the ocean on swim off-

His thoughts were interrupted as a very familiar, very angry head with assyemetrical pincers crashed into the underside of his boat,opening it to the sea water and horrors that came with it.

"Wh-" Ozeath began. A simple statement, it would've been. One that demonstrated his utter confusion at what had just happened, one that would've shown how...not right that was, he was supposed to come up with a clever solution and beat the beast before it destroyed his boat and he'd go off to have fun pale times with Oroelo.

What he got instead, was the other pincer to his chest, and pulled out of his boat as the rest of it began to crunch and break under the ministrations of the other heads.

Whenever he got the taste of seawater in his mouth, his blood ran cold. Seawater was death for a man who can't swim. Was...was this how he died? He felt the venom drip onto his skin as the long, prehensile lower jaw wrapped around his entire upper body, dwarfing even him as it sought to scoop him up in one gulp.

Then, he was let go...or rather, spat out, sailing through the air as the Krabyss was interupted by a considerably larger creature that, due to current situation, he was not able to glance at. He felt nothing. Numb. Even his prodigious endurance had begun to give out as his blood fell freely into the sea, even the salt in his wounds failed to give any considerable pain.

He fell on something solid, and that was that.

[SS] stichedSnowman has gone offline.

[tlo]

Show Trollianlog:

She got up calmly, stocking-ed feet pattering in an aftwardly direction. She sat down in an alcove next to the entrance, figuring everyone would just dash past her on the way to the other side of the satellite.

Show Trollianlog:

((ok this post is tiny im sorry. writers' block))

[DistantRed]

He looks down at his phone.

Trollian Log to NP:

This may actually take longer than he thought. Her Majesty’s forces are rather bad at their job. Maybe that ship was it? Probably.


((I couldn't long post either))

[furry garbage]

Jaivyn ignored her phone as her lusus raised its head from the water. A hideous mess of scales made up its face, gnarled teeth poking out of its mouth. She slid infront of Athlai protectively, but he could still see the bloodstains of every unlucky lusus to come across it on its scales, and violet bloods were no exception. Le^iathanmom, no. Met by a death glare from the giant. Jaivyn shakily moving away a bit.

"He's a sead^^eller, see? Look, uh, fins!" Poking at his fins, but her lusus didn't seem convinced. The creature she called leviathanmom lowered itself infront of Jaivyn, nudging her out of the way gently. She'd quickly shuffled back inbetween them, a disapproving grunt from the beast in response. "His name is Athlai, and uh.. ^^e're looking for his axolotl lusus. You ^^ouldn't happen to ha^e seen one hanging around in the shallo^^s ^^hile you ^^ere stalking us, ha^e you?" Another grunt.

Jaivyn exhaling. "Okay, ^^ell, she hasn't eaten one, ^^hich is good." Petting leviathanmom's scales, whispering something along the lines of; "^^e'll be fine, I promise." Just to reassure her before her lusus slid back into the water. Jaivyn looked back, rubbing her cheek. "Sorry for touching your fins. I kno^^ ho^^ sensiti^e they can be."

Viseri's cheeks were flushed a grayish-green. He invited her back to wherever he was going. How could she physically say no to THAT? "YES-- I-I mean, uh, sure. I don't see why not." She had completely forgotten about the heiress, glancing back at her lusus for approval. Of course, she couldn't speak, so there was really no way of getting it. Either way, she was going. This could be a once in a lifetime experience, after all! She hardly got the feeling of being watched.

[timesrowKilling]

He began blushing as soon as she touched his fins. He was completely caught off guard by that move, and not to mention his nerves when the leviathan moved up to shore and he could see the blood on her teeth. When she nudged Jaivyn out of the way and sniffed him he calmed his breathing and relaxed a bit, after whats the worst that could happen? Him getting eaten whole.

After she and her monstrous lusus had a quint little conversation, he was relieved to hear the news that his was not eaten or fed to the horror beast. " GooD ThinG, AnD It'S FinE... IT WaS DefinitelY NecessarY FoR YoU TO ShoW YouR LusuS MY FinS! His blush remains for a little as they walk getting closer to the southern edge of the island. " SO, AfteR WE FinD HeR, WoulD YoU LikE TO StaY A WhilE AnD MaybE YoU CoulD SharE SomE SwimbeaT I CaughT TodaY?" He wasnt expecting this to work.

Meanwhile Caroll woke up from her sleep very early and it was mid day. "[color:4ba6=33cc33] grEat. She won't be able to go back to sleep now.

[furry garbage]

She was a little awkward as she walked, a dark blush on her cheeks as well. "She doesn't quite uh.. Like it ^^hen I talk to trolls of certain blood castes." Rubbing her neck quietly. "Also, I don't see ^^hy not. I could probably bring some romc-- I-I mean, horror mo^ies or something up from my hi^e, if you ^^anted." Jaivyn was a sucker for romcoms, and had pretty well watched every single one she had. She could really bond with Viseri over that if she wasn't so busy swooning over Marzin and being terrified of her.

This actually felt like one. If she went back and grabbed some, her lusus wouldn't let her live this down and continue to run her scaly mouth about how hard she ships them already. Leviathanmom was just as bad as she was for shipping characters. Jaivyn quietly glanced at him. God damn it, even the height difference was adorable. Take it slow. You still have lots of time.

[BurdenKing]

Oro sprinted through her main tunnel, pushing her legs as her excitement pushed down any feelings of discomfort she may have had from the exertion. She wasn't a very active troll, hiding away in her tunnels all the time, but she didn't seem to be affected as the thought of seeing her moirail pushed back any pain she might have felt in her legs.

It had been to long since she had seen Oz, and she wanted to make good on all the time they had before Oz inevitably had to return to his hive. So much so that she had almost completely forgotten why she had been hiding in the first place....

Panic began to settle in her mind, and she began to sprint much faster than before, as her mind made her think that what she had been afraid of before was hot on her tail. She had to get to Oz, he'd protect her. Her was big, strong, and invincible. She could always rely on him to be there, ready to protect her.

She charged into the dock, one she had specifically made for Oz, only to see no ship. Only floating debree, and cloudy mists of color that seemed to be evaporating as the waves churned. She then smelled the blood and her eyes went wide, charging froward "Oz?!" She cried out, looking around, trying to find her moirail.

She then saw him, wounded, near dead, and bleeding on the ground as the water seemed to try and pull him back from the waters. Her feet pressed into the soft earth, and her body strained as she tried to pull the much larger troll. However, she quickly slipped and fell on her rear, letting out a pained squeak at the impact.

She quickly got back up though, and sprinted to a near by hidey hole, tearing open the cover and digging into the supplies. After a couple seconds, and many items tossed out of the hole, she pulled out a large medical supplies case, and charged over to Oz. "Don't worry Oz, I'll heal you right up, you'll be fine." She said, sounding panicked but focused as she went to work, using what she learned from the internet to best deal with the wounds.

[timesrowKilling]

He looked down avoiding eye contact with her while still blushing. During this exchange they made it to the most southern edge of the island to find two holes. One axolotlmom dug earlier, and one that she dug more recently.  " I GuesS She'S JusT NervouS TO LeT HeR WriggleR GO? AlsO BrinG WhateveR TypE OF MoviE YoU WanT! WE CoulD MakE A WholE NighT OuT OF IT!" He looked up and his blush was still very noticeable. Then he noticed the two holes and ran towards the one that was more recently dug, checking for signs that she's been here recently would be hard since the tide would have washed away the evidence. " GooD NewS IS I ThinK ShE WaS HerE RecentlY. AnD IT LookS LikE ShE WenT IntO ThE ForesT." He points to the trail that she left in the sand. " ShalL WE JaivyN?" He smiles at her, with a hint of blush, and waits for a response.

[Thebluemage]

Ozeath was feverish, everything he looked at was warping, the dirt ceiling above shifted like water and the water tugging him looked like the hands of the drowned pulling him in to join them. All the while his veins were alight, he spasmed briefly as his body fought the poison, his constitution barely enough to keep from just dying from it right there. He...his mind was scattered right now for obvious reasons, but flashes of facts he read about the sea monster raced in its mind, how its poison was designed to take down whales, most lowblooded trolls would go down within a few minutes from one of them. Another reason why it was smart to stay out of the ocean, he guessed. Did it really have to make everything wavy, though? He gripped the broken edge of his formerly beautiful boat as another spasm gripped him, and more blood...more of his blood began to drip across the deck. He had lost a lot of it so far, and wasn't sure how much he had left to give and as he began to lift the tattered remains of his arm and he was sure he had a lot more skin on it a few hours ago...and more fingers.

Shit, was he really going to die in a dirt cave like this?

He blinked.

Dirt cave on the coast of the ocean, there aren't a whole lot of places like that in the world, "Oh thank g-goodness." He sighed, but it sounded like...gibberish, bloody gibberish. He at least had a good idea of where he was now. The question was, though, if she'd make it there before he bled out-

"Oz?!"

"Oro?" He asked, the words coming out wet and incomprehensibly, but it was obvious he was glad to see her. Overall he was a sad sight, pale from bloodloss, one arm ruined and covered in lacerations and a worrisome hole in his chest near his shoulder.

Then she got to work on him, he...didn't really know happened after that, as he passed out after she applied a terrible stinging substance to his wound and whoever invented it should just go and fuck off holy shit.

Were all docterrors fucking sadists?!

She injected something in him, stopping him from passing out into the sweet sweet release of unconsciousness. Hell, if he wasn't bleeding out he'd feel up to run a marathon after that. Then he watched her sterilize a needle in that same painful spray and start stitching him up. Any other time he'd be cringing and complaining about her sticking a thin piece of metal in and out of his arm, but considering it already looked like a bloody lotus and he couldn't feel a gods damn thing in it. He didn't know how long she spent on him, but soon it started to look less like blue roast beef and more like his arm. He actually managed to flex with only a few seconds of blaring pain. "Good...good job Oro." He said, slightly more legibly than before, "Ch...chest?" He leaned over, showing her the hole in his hoodie where the Karbyss managed to stick him with a deep wound.

[furry garbage]

Jaivyn laughed quietly, poking at his blush. "I ^^ouldn't mind at all. Also, you're looking pretty purple, if I do say so myself. Before poking his fins again. "And yes. ^^e shall." Oh my gog. She did it again. Maybe she was being a little too invasive..? Jegus, she didn't know what the hell was going on or how to feel about any of this. It was.. Confusing. These feelings were confusing in general. Well, he was kind of.. Cute? He was a seadweller too, so maybe her lusus would approve..? Probably not, but that didn't matter. Jaivyn took his hand happily, following the trail. "You like romcoms? I ha^e plenty back in my hi^e. I used to ^^atch them all the time but uh.. Finished them all." The pink returned yet again to her cheeks.

She shouldn't have mentioned that. He probably thinks she's the biggest dork now. In a hive as big as hers, how the hell could someone watch that many? It'd take sweeps. .. And it actually did. 2, to be exact. Her ancestor seemed to have liked them too, most labeled either "gay" or "shella cheesy." Okay, maybe she didn't like them, but whatever. They're great in Jaivyn's opinion. Maybe he'd think the same.

[timesrowKilling]

He laughs at her poking but blushes some more when she pokes his fins. " IT CoulD BE WorsE I CoulD BE LookinG PinK, LikE YoU WerE EarlieR." She was a little too invasive but he enjoyed it. She was a very bubbly troll, and the way her eyes seemed to sparkle, not to mention how... He's falling for her... Totally thinkpan over heels for her... How? He only met her today. But love was a strange thing. Not to mention the two are now walking hand in hand through the woods. Then she spoke about rom coms and her cute blush returned. " YeaH, I DO, JusT MakE SurE TO NoT SpoiL AnY OF TheM! MaybE AfteR WE DO ThaT WE CoulD WatcH SomE RandoM ShowS ON TrolL TV, OR PlaY A VideO GamE?" He blushes with her and then the trails stop and they see the giant axolotl walking through the forest in front of them. And then it pounces on athlai, tackling him, licking his face then it sniffs jaivyn and licks her lovingly.

[furry garbage]

She happily pet his lusus, sitting. "^^ell aren't you cute!" Snuggling the giant axolotl. Jaivyn loved affectionate lusi like this, considering she couldn't really cuddle hers. Well, she could, just not without cutting herself on Leviathanmom's scales. Petting and scratching gently behind the fin.. Things, before smirking. "Hey, Athlai," Turning towards him. "I sure got a.. AXOLOTL romcoms for us to ^^atch." Trying not to laugh at her own stupid joke. Okay, to be honest, that was a little bad. Either way, she thought is was hilarious. At the same time, she was thinking of what to put on first.

Fifty Shades of Grey? Well, her ancestor rated it "gold", so she didn't see why not. Fifty Shades of Grey sounded like a great starter anyways. Later in the night, they could get into some of the "shella cheesy" stuff, maybe even "gay." Let's just see where Fifty Shades takes them.

[DistantRed]

Nope, that ship was not the ship to go to the satellite. Oh well.

Oddly, it seems that for whatever reason, the fuchsia blood has not yet answered Janius.

Trollian Log with CI:

His mind races to try to find why he’s being ignored.

-Is she busy? Could be. Could quite honestly be busy.
-Is she in trouble? Not likely. Not only is it completely LOONEY to attempt anything upon a person of noble blood, it is not possible to endanger a fuchsia blood.
-Is she perhaps annoyed with him? Not likely, he has done everything obligated of a person of his blood color when first meeting a fuchsia blood. Well… not everything. YOU FOOL. YOU FOOL.

And then it became clear, perfectly clear. The reason the fuchsia blood did not reply to him is his sins. His sin of assisting a dangerous jade blood is a cause of great concern. She surely is a grand force. One not to be reckoned with. How could Janius be so blind? This is the purest blindness even for a person without eyes. This is ignorance of the power of the crown. Oh Janius, you vile devil, may Gog have mercy on your soul.

Here you must do a final decent act before burning in the fire you find contentment suffering in!

He dials the number. One a troll usually wouldn’t dial. Especially one of such a low blood. He steps away quite a bit and speaks, but keeps his voice down as to not be heard by the nearby couple.

”Hello?”
...
“Yes, thank you ma’am, J would ljke to report a crjme,”
…

He thinks carefully, not wanting the person on the other end to disbelieve him, lying about his identity and all.

“Well, a fool js assjsting jn the murder of a medjcal scjentjst and the release of a vjle jade blood,”
...

Janius then describes in just enough detail where to find the satellite and “the jade blood”

”J have my suspjcjons that she js HJGHLY dangerous and should be re-detajned for the safety of trollkjnd!”
...
“She js hjdjng near the door,”
…
”Oh, the mastermjnd? He can be found, hmmm, J beljeve hmm...”

Janius describes in great detail a nearby cave which is quite likely to not have anybody in it. He might as well turn himself in after all.

...
”Thank you, that wjll be all,”

He hangs up the phone and he gulps. That was quite stressful. Wait, what? The jade and brown blood seem to be going somewhere. Hmm, stopping at the cave could be done later. It’s not like anybody is going to get hurt or anything by it.

This is currently service to his fuchsia after all! He decides to follow after them instead.

It’s best not to say anything to Lethie or she may attempt getting out.

Trollian Log with CI:

[Derpy]

Sperse stared in futility at the screen, waiting for some kind of response that he wasn't, in fact, being a bother. He waited with bated breath for a beam, a blast, a boon of good feelings. Instead what he got was silence. A silence so cacophonous to his confidence that phantom crows cawed cowardly at the cyan tinted child-that's-somewhat-not-a-child.

Disheartened, he left his husktop, pushed over his chair on the second try ((As he missed with his shaky-ass hands)) and decided to wander blindly around his hive, sobbing somewhat. For someone that just wants to support others and feel good about himself for once, this was hell. The person he was talking to didn't respond to him at all! He was sure that they were ignoring him because he was being an annoyance.

Thoughts were buzzing in his head, mostly negative, but leaving at the same swift rate they entered, so he could only really catch glimpses of words or small phrases.

"Ignorant."
"Waste of space."
"Annoying."
"Useless."
"No confidence fucking tool."

Just to name a few. He continued to wander around, but as he continued his sadness increased and his sobbing transformed into all-out bawling, as he whacked away everything set on tables, to which his lusus came scurrying out, initially angry but soon seeing that he was distraught.

Despite being larger than a normal emperor scorpion, his lusus was still a scorpion and relatively small compared to him. As the troll walked, the scorpion struggled to keep up. Eventually, Sperse himself just collapsed on the floor, sobbing so heavily that he would heave as if he was going to vomit, but thankfully never did so.

His lusus eventually caught up and attempted to help but without looking, Sperse just moved him away telekinetically. This went on for a few times before he was finally left alone, curling into a ball and laying on his side.

"I just w4nted t0... t0... t0..." Sniff "he-he-heeeeLLLLLLppp!" Was the last understandable word string before he began shaking all over and blubbering nonsense.

[furry garbage]

Loouci had passed out on the floor while typing up a response for the other troll. Hey, mobsters do it too. He awoke to his wolverine lusus standing overtop of him, groaning and pushing his face away. "Fuck pff, I'll get up." His lusus walking off into one of their useless rooms. The now grouchy cerulean blood stood, looking over at his husktop. Damn it, he-- Wow. The other troll fucked off too. Probably did the same thing as him, but whatever. Let's see here.. What's the edgiest handle online?

Trollian Log:

Okay, well that sure is an icebreaker. Could make for some interesting conversation..? He picked up his husktop in one arm, walking upstairs to his respiteblock. It was small, but had a door on either side branching off to his study and what he liked to call "The Trophy Room." Of course, he didn't want blood on his husktop, so he went into the study first. Loouci set the husktop down on his large but messy desk, plopping in his chair.

But, something seemed to have caught his eye outside.. Okay, who the fuck were those two idiots outside infront of HIS hive? He grabbed a pair of binoculars that were mostly used for watching a giant leviathan tear things apart by his hive from the windowsill, pressing them to his face.

A violet blood and.. Oh FUCK. He stood, sprinting out of his study down to the main floor, almost hitting his head on the small doorway. He turned his head, "HELP ME BLPCK THE DPPR, YPU IDIPT." His lusus helping, seeming a little confused as to why. Loouci was back up at his husktop as soon as they had finished.

Trollian Log:

Little did he know, Jaivyn literally hadn't even noticed his hive yet. Keyword here is yet.

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