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Alternia (First Timeline)
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((This is the first Alternia relative to the first game. If you are meant for session A1, then you are a kid in this session. If you are meant for A2, you are an adult in this session. This is general rp until your game starts.))
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-Eyes glowing red with rage from inside the darkness of the dark box. The feminine troll inside breathing harshly as she knew feeding time was soon. The guard watching her was careful enough to just open the door wide enough without looking in. He made that mistake before and had freaked out at the extremely sharp teeth in the sadistic grin. The bowl was placed in with her food and he blindly tried to feed her. She only chuckled as the meat kept hitting her cheek. Cold words harshed out in hushed tones from her lips, “What color are you? I want a taste…” The guard tried to keep his cool, hand shaking from the voice inside. It only caused her to laugh as she turned her head as well as she could and bit hold of the pronged implement he was using to try to feed her with. He let go of it and as she rocked her head to get the meat off, them hearing the fork hit the ground as she practically swallowed the meat whole. She chuckled as she said, “I suppose you need to get that… Oh and I am bleeding. Why don’t you taste for yourself?” The guard unlocked the tons of locks, revealing that her forward facing grin was indeed bleeding. The violet blood from her neck was dripping down over the metal and to her breasts, some missing and dripping to the ground. Her violet and black dress was torn, evidence of the fight she had getting to the empress with many scars on her body. The guard couldn’t stand to look at the boney woman, grabbing the fork and slamming the door shut as she let out a cackled laugh at his fear of her.-
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The guard slammed the door shut and fled from the prison in panic until he ran head-first into something incredibly solid and immovable.
“…Lowblood. Please extricate yourself from my person immediately.”
The guard immediately flinched away, and glanced up with horror to see the enormous female troll he just ran into. “Traumaturge Skvaada!” This mountain of a troll was infamous among the serving classes throughout the empress’ stronghold for being in charge of incredibly unsavory experiments. While she initially, and most visibly served to create the horrific beasts ridden by cavalreapers, every so often wigglers slated to be culled and the bodies of condemned prisoners would make their way to her laboratory. She said nothing, merely looking down at the guard from above her chipped sunglasses as if measuring his worth before speaking, “Did something happen with the prisoner, lowblood?”
The guard, having had enough panic and terror due to dealing with two terrifying trolls back to back stammered, “N-No. Shes’ b-bleeding, b-but that’s all.”
“Show me,” Skvaada commanded, offering no room for refusal or compromise. When the guard unlocked the small opening of the box, the indigo blood peeked inside to check on the maddened seadweller.
“I heard you were injured, prisoner. Will you be dying any time soon, you repugnant and depraved degenerate?” -
-Zembra remained alone as she heard on goings outside of her box. Her odd ears picked up footsteps of a large troll, making her smirk wide as the light hit her teeth. She ran her tongue across them as she heard the troll speak to her. She let herself laugh as she pressed her head against the metal behind her.
“Just a scratch, I have faced much better scars from fighting my way through the rust bloods,” She sneered with a snicker, “The higher bloods are so sweet but only to a point of weakness.”
Her tongue licked her lips as she moved her arms and legs a little in their restraints. “That guard was daring enough to get a fork he dropped. Why don’t you come in and view me yourself instead of only staring at my hemospectrum stained teeth?”
She tried once again to move, since she’d been in there, she had lost a lot of body mass and the restraints holding her was from when she was strong in build from her kills. She could feel her wrist restraints not being able to really hold her wrists any more. She would lean forward against the restraints to make an appearance of them still being tight.-
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The hulking troll growled under her breath at the flippant reply. “No. No, I will not come in, because if I see any more of your revolting face, I will not be able to restrain myself from punching it in. The empress wants you alive.” With an angry glare, unreadable from behind her cracked shades she clenched her trembling fists, ignoring the slight pain when her claws dug into her own palms.
The sight of Zembra’s violet colored blood alone made her blood boil with a slowly building rage. “You. Why!? How could a high blood, even a wretched seadweller like yourself, sink so low? You were one of the highest castes and yet you threw away your rank and responsibilities because of some ridiculous base impulse.”
The guard shivered, weighing both the dangers of being caught leaving and abandoning his duty against the dangers of remaining near an antagonized cannibalistic troll.
The indigo blood took a moment to catch her breath, and try to maintain control, “Trolls like you are the absolute worst. You should have been culled for your madness long ago.”
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-Zembra could only cackle at the first bout of words. She continued to lean forward and knew that if she kept antagonizing the lower blood, they’d open the box. She heard the second bout and only smiled more widely and silenced herself. She relaxed a little when she heard her catch her breath and those words came out. She smiled and said, “You are weak…”
Her red eyes locked on the troll and seemed to actually calm down, returning to a little more orange in color as she said, “These base urges are natural to our bloods. Also, if you had the bone hole to get in here and punch me like you want, perhaps you wouldn’t look as pathetic as that sniveling low blooded guard over there.”
She wouldn’t smile again, she wanted punched if it meant getting out. Also, if she got punched, she’d respect this troll. She wasn’t quiet in her right mind but she could think as clear as her mum.-
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Skvaada felt her anger come into clear, sharp focus as the chained violet blood dared to call her wweak. And then immediately afterwards daring to patronize her by defending the destructive impulses common to high bloods. What about noblisse oblige? The obligation of highbloods to take the responsibilities due to their caste? This troll had and would never have anything to contribute to society. Just take, and take, and take, preying on the mercy of the empress!
Something was going to get wrecked, and NOW! The lowblood next to her trembled again, but dared to raise his voice as he recognized the sheen of angry sweat beginning to break across his companion’s brow. “No! You musn’t…” With an enraged glare, the indigo blood turned on the guard, reaching an arm out to seize him by the collar of his uniform. Unfortunately, she had already lost control of the full extent of her strength. Instead of yanking the impudent lowblood up to eye-level, she tore the front of his uniform off completely with a horrendously loud ripping sound. Coming up with only a scrap of several layers of cloth, she growled angrily feeling even more built up frustration.
The guard took this opportunity to immediately run down the hallway to find someone able to either restrain the Traumaturge or order her back under control.
Deprived of the closest target, she turned her attention back to the original source of her anger, grabbing the first of the locks on the outside of the prison and shattered it in a single bear-like fist.
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-Zembra smirked a bit as she watched this other high class take to breaking and feeling angered. She was ecstatic and knew everything was going to plan. She hid her smirk as the low blood ran away to get help. She would be sure to keep herself under wraps. She heard the first lock break and smiled a Cheshire smile.
She spoke out in a calm voice, “What’s the matter? Can’t you crush more than that? Looks like you are using yourself up!”
She knew now what to do to get them even more riled by adding a little tail to her taunting, “I bet you I could break more than you could, even in my weakened state.”
She made sure to keep herself pressed forward on the bolted metal holding her down. She was waiting for the door of the box to fly off the hinges. The excitement was tantalizing as her tongue ran over her lips and teeth once more.-
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-A dark groan could be heard overtake the prison as the main door opened to a large skinny man that had red tinted glasses on. Lupus had arrived to the sounds of the siren that suggested something was happening within and he already guessed where the problem was coming from. Lupus reached into his black jacket pockets and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles that looked oddly like they were made of dark energy when in fact he had pulled these out of the void. Lupus slowly made his way within the prison and his eyes sat onto one of the guards cowering there and he felt no pity. Lupus only stopped long enough to pass a thought from himself to the low troll for him to go jump off a cliff and end his weak life. Lupus then pushed the door open which screeched as metal on metal allowing him full view of his favorite prisoner. Lupus looked onto Zembra and he gave her an evil smile before he pulled up his sleeve to show that there was still teeth marks from the last chat they had. He would then look onto the other troll that he only knew by name Skvaada”stop falling for her taunts you simpleton”. Lupus turned back to look at Zembra as he reached forward grabbing the lock that had been broken and he squeezed the metal back together before he turned back to the prisoner”now I hope you haven’t been telling people my blood color because if you did so I might make you bite your own tongue off”. He would tip his glasses down to show the spider eyes that he hid under the sunglasses.-
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Skvaada was just about to rip the second lock from the door when a strange troll walked in, ordering her to stop and fixing the previously broken lock. Although she was still angry, the authoritative tone and the evident strength he displayed triggered enough of a basic survival instinct to snap her out of the unbridled rage she had been going through. She had no idea what blood color he was, but it was most likely high since he wasn’t trembling in fear of her.
A dark blue tint crossed the tip of her ears as she gazed around at the destruction she had caused and was about to cause if it hadn’t been for the newcomer’s timely auspitizing. The indigo blood folded her arms, trying to regain what remained of her composure while inwardly berating herself for falling for the prisoner’s taunts so easily. It was following these exact destructive impulses which caused problems in the first place. Additional training on restraint would be necessary.
“So,” Skvaada started as she suddenly became aware that she did not know the stranger’s name, “what business do you have here?”
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-Zembra smirked as the new troll came in and thwarted her escape attempt. She chuckled a little bit as he spoke directly to her. She licked her fangs as she spoke with dignity, “Don’t flatter yourself, you have sweet blood. Does that say anything?”
Zembra relaxed back against the back wall and gave a deep breath. She heard the questioning of the trolls need to be there. She didn’t quite know what was going on either so she silences herself.
She felt and itch on her nose, folding her hand while it was flat and pulling it out of its wrist brace. She then scratched her nose then placed her wrist back where it belonged before anyone could notice before chiming in once more, “Yeah, what are you doing here other than slacking off like the runt in front of you?”-
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-A smirk came to Lupus’s fanged mouth as he clapped his hands together and the void would drop his scythe in front of him that he used to do his job”oh im just the executioner and i was merely checking to see if it was time for this one to get a little off the top since it seems that it has gotten bigger while her other assets that she use to be able to tempt trolls with seem to have vanished such a pity, I had known her well when we were young but ill take such join in her head rolling”. Lupus turned dropping the scythe which would vanish before it hit the ground and by the time it absolved he would slam the door shut on her cage and turn and make an abort exit for the door”oh and if you ever wondered my name it is Lupus the wolf of the night”.
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The ‘runt’ comment stung a little sharply, but any discomfort was hidden behind briefly tensing muscles and black sunglasses. She could not allow herself to be hornswoggled by Zembra any longer, even if her size; rugged and stocky as opposed to the graceful form of most high bloods, was a sensitive subject.
As Lupus began talking, Skvaada felt the STRONG urge to lower her sunglasses but resisted until he slammed the cage shut and left for the door. ” ‘Assets’, really? How crude. What a bizarre choice in matesprite.” -
-Zembra felt the door slam and sighed. She decided it was time to do something a little different. She got her forearms loose once more, being careful and quick. She then got her upper arms loose from their metal restraints. She quietly began unscrewing the bolts on the one side of her neck restraint, slipping out and re-screwing it closed. She slipped out from the body restraints and out of the leg restraints. She curled up right against the door and under the sight of the little viewing door and said, “You both are so pathetic. Time to get out with the hole I made in the back of the cage.”
She waited to see if they’d open the door to check. She knew they’d not see her from the view port. She just had to sit and wait.-
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-Lupus turned and looked at the other troll standing there and he raised three fingers as he slowly made his way to the door and he threw the latch on the top open but not the main door and he stopped and listened for her. He turned back to Skvaada”get ready this could be a trick”. Lupus threw the door open so hard it left a dent in the wall behind it and that’s when he saw her fall out from her hiding place and he would jump back blocking the door so she couldn’t escape.-
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