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Gaelan’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw “Gamer” transform. Even normal Lucario were dangerous to fight in the wild, but the fireball dancing on his fingertips made this one seem especially dangerous. Not to mention, he wouldn’t want Brielle fighting any Pokémon who knew fire type attacks. But, even so, this creature was still just a Pokémon. Not to mention, it was impossible for him to let certain statements stand.
“HEY! I am NOT a Rocket. I just happen to be driving in a car previously belonging to Team Rocket.”
Letting the indignation fall out of his voice, Gaelan continued, “And did you really just say the word, ‘whence’? How pretentious can you get!? I don’t care at all about you so called, ‘Tides of Destiny’. The future is shaped by choices and actions, not by some know-it-all river splash. Who are you to say what we True Heirs can and cannot do!?” -
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?” -
Taking a brief respite from Trollian, Skvaada got up to go fetch a glass of strawberry musclebeast milk, which according to an ancient text she once read was the secret to becoming STRONG. Unfortunately, it was rather difficult to come acquire since it involved wrestling a musclebeast into submission in single combat. Coming back, she realized that several new messages had popped up on Trollian. She promptly began reading and responding to them while taking a few sips from her glass.
SS: -> Hell0, nightw0lf
SS: -> AaM aand I were discussing the 3D printer she recently built.
SS: -> AaM, if I c0uld aacquire aa sufficiently STR0NG maateriaal, w0uld y0u be willing t0 cut it f0r me? I aam simply n0 l0nger aable t0 endure the indignity 0f laacking pr0per eaating utensils
SS: -> This is bec0ming aa seri0us pr0blem.Skvaada sent her messages and then leaned back a little, sighing. It was impossibly exasperating to behave in a manner befitting highbloods of her status while in possession of only two glasses, one spoon and a whole collection of bent silverware and shattered plates. The frustration of thinking about her situation caused the glass of strawberry milk shattered in her hand, spilling its pink contents to the floor. Make that one glass.
“Sweet honey iced-tea, why!?” In frustration, she slammed her head on the desk, causing a slight crack in the concrete block. Ignoring the beginnings of a pounding headache, Skvaada glanced back up at Trollian.
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Skvaada raised an eyebrow at the last message before typing a response.
SS: -> I see.
SS: -> I t00 understaand the need t0 aav0id aan 0verpr0tective lusus.
SS: -> The pr0ductive p0ssibilities 0f such aa device aare quite limitless. I aam sure y0u c0uld find aa c0nstructive use, if 0nly t0 evaade y0ur lusus.The blue-blood troll paused to listen for her lusus, but hearing nothing continued to type.
SS: -> If y0u aare suffering fr0m b0red0m, aas y0u saay, might I maake aa request?
SS: -> I tend t0 run l0w 0n supplies aas perf0rming even the m0st baasic of taasks requires aa frustraating aam0unt 0f restraaint. Just h0w duraable aare the maateriaals used f0r y0ur printer? -
“See you, Crystal!” Sandy replied before immediately heading towards the mess hall in search of lunch. It seemed he wouldn’t be getting any additional dessert, which was fair since he hadn’t actually ended up doing anything. “Oh well, at least I have a consolation prize~~,” he reassured himself, singing the last word.
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In the depths of a large hive resembling a manor home situated on an alpine mountain top, a young female troll sat hunched over a steel worktable. The only movement which could be seen was the minute twitching of strong biceps and triceps as Skvaada delicately manipulated a pair of impossibly fine forceps She sat up for a moment, using a hand to knead out the knot nestling within her shoulder muscles.
The troll took the brief respite to glance down at her latest project. A live squeakbeast lay unmoving and sedated along with a pair ofhalf-attached featherbeast wings on its front paws. Assorted around the respiteblock were a variety of stuffed and carefully preserved creatures, a small pen for live creatures, training weights, a desk and the worktable covered with all of the necessary tools for an aspiring medicarver. Not, that the indigo blood actually needed to take up a civil service job, but engrossing herself in work helped to distract herself from more destructive impulses.
Returning to her work, the troll finished aligning the fragile muscles and tendons before sewing up the wings.She then left it in the pen to recover, taking care not to bruise the beast too much. Finally finished for the day, the blue-blood deliberated between lifting some weights or playing ficuspawn when her husktop began playing the Troll Indiana Jones theme music.
Logging onto Trollian, Skvaada noticed someone was trolling her.
<arcaneMemory has begun trolling steadfastStitches>
“AM: Hello?
AM: Are you there?
AM: I wwanted to know if you wwould like to talk?
AM: I just finished running scans on my computer and thought it wwould 8e cool to talk.Skvaada paused before typing a response carefully to avoid damaging anymore keys.
SS: -> Hell0, seaadweller
SS: -> I c0nfess, y0u haave caaught me aat aa m0st f0rtuit0us time f0r c0nversing aas my lusus will thaankfully be aabsent f0r a few m0ments m0re
SS: -> S0, haave y0u c0me up with aa new tiraade c0ncerning the faaults 0f us laandwellers?
0r is there s0mething else y0u wish t0 discuss? -
Sandy followed the werewolf towards the sound of hysterical giggling, hoping that perhaps the promised extra dessert was to be found there. Easing the door open with a slow creak, he peeked into the room only to find one of the cadets unconscious and restrained while Miss Bel held an empty syringe. He winced, having been on the receiving end of sedatives before and decided not to enter the door. Either the cadet had a serious problem (like rabies?) which would require all of Miss Bel’s attention or there was something incredibly unsavory about this institution and it would be best to not get involved. Still, one question was engraved in his mind as he eavesdropped outside the door.
What happened? And what type of place was the boss lady running anyway?
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Sandy turned as he heard the werewolf girl’s hurried farewell, catching the sight of her back disappearing into the forest. His green eyes widened as he barked in surprise, “Crystal! She ran off that way!” The boy tugged on his companion’s sleeve once before tearing off after the running lycan. Although he wasn’t nearly as fast as the werewolf, he could at least keep track of where and in which direction she was going.
His chase led him back to the training facility, “Huh? she went back here!?” Sandy looked around in confusion, seeing tracks leading all over the place. His heart was beating manically, so he stopped to lean over his knees and rest long enough to catch his breath.
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Name Skvaada Zahhak
Trollhandle:steadfastStitches
Age: 7 sweeps
Known Ancestors: Equius Zahhak & Aradia Megido
Session: A2
Dreamer: Prospit
Title: Maid of Space
Lusus Species: “Talonbeast” a.k.a: Roc
Interests: Fiduspawn, Handicrafts, Taxidermy, Collecting, training to be STR0NG, Birds, Singing
Likes: birds, flying, exciting Fiduspawn duels, Hemospectrum, dating sim games, getting whipped into a state of contrition, reading romantic fiction
Hates: impolite language, accidently breaking stuff, cats, being outsmarted, faygo, sweat stains
Modus: Hash Modus (Scrabble Sorting)
KNOWN: SPOOL OF THREAD (7)
CUTLERY (4)Strife: Needlekind, Bowking, Whipkind
Text:
SS : I sh0uld think I e%ude aa certaain dignity when I draawl my syllaables like s0.
Appearance:
Land: Land of Silt and Frogs
Voice: Stephanie Young (English dub Benio from OHSHC and Nico Robin from One Piece)
“Sample Clip”
“Longer Voice Sample”
Theme Music
Theme: Trauma Center Bonus Intro
RAGE mode: A Worthy Rival
An Emotional Moment: I Don’t Hate You
Maid of Space: False Star
Ascend to God Tier: Vermillion Carousel
Do the Spacey Thing: Final Battle -
SS: -> I haave reaad these c0mmaands aand shaall aabide by them. Y0u haave my w0rd.
((OOC: I’ve read the rules and intend to follow them!)) -
Both of the trainer’s eyebrows achieved lift-off and rose to somewhere just above Gaelan’s hairline.
” ‘Sort-of-‘ allies? Is something causing a schism amongst your little gang of spineless Peace-keepers? Well, good to know.” The diseased Pokémon trainer grinned wickedly, revealing perfectly square teeth. “Luckily, I have no intention of hurting your ‘sort-of’ allies as long as you lot stay out of my way. I promise. I’m just here to…procure… intel and supplies for the True Heirs.”Internally he shuddered at the thought of becoming like Gamer. ‘I used to have’ ? Did that mean he was a trainer originally and yet still ended up joining the Peacekeepers instead of the True Heirs!? Despicable! Anger made the collar of his shirt feel tight and restricting. Gaelan gritted his teeth and shoved a hand into his pockets, subconsciously rolling a small metal tin about between his palm and thumb. Catching himself, the trainer hissed and forced himself to worry the edge of his shirt instead. He promised himself he would never use those…
“I’ve had enough of this. Don’t think you can just scare me off,” the trainer began to unload the portable oxygen tanks,”Come on, guys. Let’s see if the Peace Keeper’s HQ has anything we can use.”
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Sandy grinned back at Crystal at her success in befriending the werewolf kid. “We might as well head back and go find the boss lady.” He paused, tilting his head to the side. “Didn’t she send Rei to keep us cadets out of trouble, anyway? The screaming stopped. Maybe he fixed it!” The last exclamation was spoken a little too perkily.
Although the young cadet was curious about the source of the screaming, he felt no urgent need to go seeking the cause. He’d find whatever caused the screaming eventually. After all, he intended to spend plenty of free time roaming and exploring around in this forest. It reminded him of home, and he was sure there would be plenty of tasty animals to eat in here, ones that might be bigger than squirrels. Reminded about the dead squirrel he still had, Sandy glanced at it and shrugged. Drying it off against a nearby tree, he stowed it into his pack. Who knows when it’d come in handy?
“Do you two know the way back, or should I go look for the right direction?”((EDIT))
“Oh sweet!” Sandy promptly follows Crystal, keeping a wary eye out for anything that might attack them or under-handed cadets.
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Sandy cackled a bit, holding up the squirrel. “Same idea ’bout the meat, but I haven’t seen anything yet.” He really hoped the beast would be appeased by meat, because otherwise how on earth could he be expected to retrieve a dog? It’s not like he could just carry it all the way back. “Alright, that’s settled then!” With an additional spring in his step, the cadet continued following the paw-print tracks. He paused in his step, hearing what sounded like it might be a scream echoing throughout the forest. Cocking his head to the side, Sandy turned to ask Crystal, “Huh. Did you hear something? Or was it just me?”
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Sandy grinned, scratching the back of his head sheepishly with the heel of his palm to avoid hurting himself, “Sorry, I thought you were a homeless wanderer starving in the woods!” He paused for a moment as if wondering what to say before shrugging, “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Alexander Sulliman, but you should use my nickname “Sandy”. Welcome to the troop, sort of!” He turned as if he were about to walk off before shrugging,” Hey, ya want to work together to find this dog? It’s cool if you don’t want to as well. I won’t get in your way or anything. That’s lame.”
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Sandy continued leaping through the trees until he noticed a trail of paw-prints. He veered his course in order to follow them when he came across a tall teenage girl (Crystal) following the same trail. Sandy’s green eyes narrowed as he took in the girl’s appearance. She was alarmingly thin, and wandering around in the woods alone! He took a moment to think, halting his pursuit of the tracks as he attempted to recollect whether the girl had been among the group of cadets earlier. Deciding that he had not, in fact seen her before, Sandy immediately dashed after her.
Landing on a the truck of a tree nearby, he used the twin tiger claws strapped to his arms to gouge enormous slash marks into the thick bark of the tree in order to slow his descent as he slid downwards. Once he reached the bottom, Sandy pulled his claws free of the tree and switched the squirrel to his left hand to free up his mouth for speaking, “Hey! Oh hey! Lady! Lady! Lady, are you okay? How long have you been wandering around in here? Are you lost? You really need to eat something!” The young man ran after the girl, waving his free arm frantically, “You really shouldn’t eat dogs! They’re stringy and not yummy. Have this squirrel instead!”