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Alternia (Second Timeline)
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-Lupus walked into the room with all the scatter trolls with multi colored hair before he sighed he thought the purple stripe in his hair made him special but not anymore. He smirked at the purple blood but he would play nice for tonight. He turned to the woman who waved at him and he gave a light bow before he turned to see the other guest that had came in behind him and once he greeted everyone at the party he went and leaned against a wall. He closed his eyes and decided to have the emo look on his face to try and detour anyone from coming up to talk to him.-
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Rayglz woke up, covered in many shades of blood…. she had no idea what was going on.
She got up off the sea floor, and rubbed her head. Her brain seemed like it was going to pop out of her head any instant.
One thing was certain…. she needed to go somewhere…. her house was probably covered in sea monsters, and Rayglz was too lazy to deal with them.
Rayglz started to crawl around the ocean, until she collapsed in some random area….
This was not her best day.
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Hearing the woman call to her she smiled and turned around and walked back the few feet she had gone and slipped inside giving her a hug as she entered then walked past her. Looking about at the dyed hair and what is going on chuckling she walked past them and slipped through the party tell she found a silent corner and slipped down she looked to the man who had took up standing by a wall and tilted her head and shook the thought from her mind. Reaching into her back she pulled out her little black box and set it down in front of her crossed legs with a soft smile. “Well it is a party.” She then smiled. Pulling out her glass pipe she looked over it and smiled seeing it was still pristine. She set it in her lap and then pulled out a small box that was inside and opened it. Smiling at what she saw inside she reached in with her middle pointer and thumb taking a pinch of the herb that sat inside and then gently pushed it into the bowl of the pipe. Sighing she closed the little box placing it back inside the little black box then pulled out her pipe tool and gently tamped the contents of the bowl down and placed it back into the box. sifting around inside the box she soon produced a lighter and placed the glass pipe to her lips and ignited the herb and took a deep pull on it feeling the smoke filling her lungs which it hadn’t done in some time. She pulled the pipe form her lips and took a small breath in and held it with a smile. after about 30 seconds she opened her mouth and a gentle blue smoke rolled past her lips as she slowly let it flow out. Leaning back against the wall she was sitting at she just let the feeling wash over her and held her pipe.
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-Zembra accepted the hug and was deeply impressed with how the party was going. She came back inside and closed the door hoping that this was everyone. She counted heads and noticed that if the counted based on the number the hemospectrum was present, there wasn’t everyone. She frowned but she had a feeling they would show up eventually, she sent a map for glubbing out loud! She again eyed the party just to see what everyone was doing. She smiled at the individual activties but was confused by the one who was doing something with a glass thing and smoke. She also noticed the other newcomer took to the corner. That was odd to do at a party but to each their own. She decided she should find something to do other than dye hair the rest of the night. She broke out nail polishes she collected and painted her nails rainbow colors. She enjoyed pretending that there was no need for adhereance to the hemospectrum, even if it was temporary for the party. She flattened her palms as she took the brush and slapped candy red onto her pinky nail on the far half of it. She was careful not to cross it over and then placed the brush back into the polish to close it, screwing it on tightly. She opened the maroon next and carefully placed it on the other side of her pinky, trying to not get the red on the maroon as she painted it delicately. She smiled as she worked on it and then placed the brush cap back onto the polish and then she looked at her pinky and realized what she did. She put the lowest on her least important finger! Well that doesn’t count as being daring, and she knew how to fix it. She resumed painting her nails, her ring finger nail getting painted brownish orange and yellow, her strokes true as if she had done this before. The middle finger she painted jade and cerulean, her pointer was painted indigo and purple, finally her thumb painted violet and fuchsia. She smiled and let her work flat to dry, she’d do her right hand next after she did the special coat for her top layer. It truely did dry quickly. She would be cautious in the top coat as it caused the colors to appear to blend in the middle and seem to sparkle. She loved this effect from it. She then let that coat dry and she looked at her opposite hand, nodding in doing it in the opposite fashion, just to make it really scandelous! Once her hand dried, she got to work and painted the nails in the opposite order, the reds on her thumbs and the violet and fuchsia on her pinky. Oh yes this was a thrill but at the same time, not as thrilling as possibly showing it off to the others. She waited for it to dry and applied top coat, letting that dry after. She was impressed by her work. She stood up and made sure all the caps were on tight and let them stay on that table, luckily away from any of her important computers.-
((3 rounds until special happening and game start.))
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-Derse and Prospit maintain their typical lives, learning of the heroes to come. Meanwhile, somewhere far in the future of the planet, the figure walks through the wastelands, searching for something but that he knows not of what. He notes the wind beginning to pick up and takes shelter in a cave, going deep into the darkness to avoid the blistering winds and flying dirt outside. He hunkers down near where he could watch the entrance, what a brillient show. He would take his hand and rub the wraps on his head, feeling the dry blood caked and located on the right side of his skull.-
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The male newcomer troll bowed in response to Skvaada’s wave and then wandered off. Once the interaction was over, the indigo blooded troll cautiously peeked across to see the highblood’s reaction to her sopor pie snatching. Since there was no immediate outcry or threats of subjugglation, Skvaada’ crept away and stowed the half-eaten sopor pie by the 3D printer to hopefully be out of the way. While there she began to captchalogue the TABLEWARE (1+1+3+1+1+4+1+1+1 = 14 % 10 = 4) Zembra printed out for her.
One of the forks slipped out of her ham-fisted grip onto the hive floor. Skvaada bent down to grab it when she noticed something strange through the glass floor of Zembra’s hive: the body of a female troll unconscious on the sea floor. From what Skvaada could see, the troll appeared to have finned ears which meant drowning wasn’t an issue of concern, but small colored particles of blood was wafting off of her into the surrounding water. Her eyes widened behind cracked black shades, and she paused for a moment to consider what to do before remembering that there was a water-breathing seadweller she could ask for help.
The slightly bulky troll made her way over to where Zembra was busy painting her nails with a haste that belied her calm expression face. “Zembra? There’s an unconscious seadweller near your hive. She may be injured but I …umn…am unable to retrieve her. Perhaps when your nails are dry, if it wouldn’t inconvenience you…”
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-Lupus watched each of the trolls from his corner as he pulled out a flask of a dark yellow which he took a swig from. He then placed it in his leg pocket of his pants. This liquid took time to make in his garden but luckily his lusus was a dragon with long claws which he used as a spade to spread the ground so he could easily plant his seeds that he got from his neighbor a jade blood. It took about four months for the roots to grow long enough so that they were ready to harvest. He then had to cut them into pieces and let them soak in water which over time gave the water the dark yellow look before he added sugar.
He looks down seeing the shark swimming around and shrugs, it wasn’t nearly the size of his dragon though it did seem to have a bigger mouth. It seemed to be trying to figure him out though it swam away which it grew irritated with trying.
Lupus had this sickness from a mutation though he himself didnt know where it came from but it must have been an interaction with a human with his ancestor. But he had the sickness but unlike humans with the sickness it did not weaken him in anyway, he was never actually sick because like him his dna was super strong.-
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Rayglz suddenly regained consciousness and looked around her surroundings. She wasn’t at her hive anymore, but she was at some other person’s. Rayglz slowly went in the house, uninvited of course, and carefully looked around, as if one wrong look could break something. She went further in the hive, and spotted some other trolls. She hadn’t really seen other trolls in over a year, so she nervously said hello.
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Sat silently and smiled lifting the glass pipe back up to her lips listening to the on goings of the party glad no one noticed her blood or tried to force her into anything she simply brought the lighter back to the bowl of the pipe and took another deep inhale as she pulled the smoke deep into her lungs and smiled. She held her breath for a while and she slowly let the smoke roll out of her mouth. The smile she had deepened and she grinned brighter as she closed her eyes leaning her head back enjoying the sounds. It felt like everything was slowing down some and her body grew tired as she let the plant do its thing to her.
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-Zembra’s lusus was confused as the other seadweller came in through the bottom. She’d have to swim up past him to get into the water lock to join the others. He just growled at her like an angry shark and let her pass. Zembra smiled as the new guest came in, the one she was just asked to save. She said, “[color color=#660066]HEY~! Did you get the map alright?[/color]” She was excited to have a full party there with everyone. She also tried to gently place her arm around the low blood who spoke to her before, she thought she was nice.-
((2 rounds til the happening.))
——————————————————-Derse and Prospit go about their business, preparing for the war to come. Meanwhile, somewhere in the future, the exile wanders through the ruins of an old alternian palace. He placed his hand across a railing, it crumbling under his touch from its age. He continued his way up to the throne room and saw it as a place to bunker down. He sat himself on the throne, placing his hands beind his head and crossing his leg over the other.-
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Skvaada’s whole body tensed when the highblood looped an arm around her, feeling highly sensitive to touch. She immediately stilled once her mind caught up to the situation, though. Pulling away or any kind of sudden startle response could result in accidently torn ligaments, and she didn’t want to do that to her friend. Also, as unusual and extremely unorthodox as the gesture was, Skvaada would never deny that it felt… nice. Really nice in fact. Troll to troll contact wasn’t something she experienced very often due to obvious reasons.
The newcomer seadweller was alright at least. Crap. She had the feeling that just staying like this might get awkward. But if she brought attention to herself wouldn’t it also be strange? Should she say something? Return the gesture? What were the proper protocol for situations like this? Nothing came to mind, and the indigoblood’s mind fluttered about frantically. [color color=#2554C7] Highbloo- I mean, Zembra? Is everything alright? Are you having a good time?” [/color] She mentally congratulated herself on catching her slip up when Zembra specifically asked to not be called “highblood” at her part]y.
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-Lupus began to throw up his knives as he slowly walked into the center of the room putting on a show as he juggled them. He kept them up never missing a single one as he juggled the nine dirks putting on a show for the other trolls as he was tired of being in the corner. Once he reached the center of the room he let them fall between his fingers catching them all before he threw them up and instead of catch them he held out his right arm and each of the daggers hit his skin and bent and crumpled to the ground unusable unless fixed. He brushes off his arm to show not even a scratch.
He picked each of them up placing them in his pocket before looking around the room” [color color=#645F5F] I could do this with all of you but id probably break a couple of your bones so ill save that for another day [/color] ” .-