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 Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 5:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 7:25 pm
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It was a pleasant night out and foot traffic through the main thoroughfares was at its peak for this time of year. Not the most crowded, but those looking for a bit more breathing space might find themselves uncomfortable.
Nictor was one such soul. He shuffled carefully around the groups that idled and chatted until he found the offshoot he was looking for and breathed a sigh of relief when he was free. The unpaved path was gritty and dusty and led behind the curiosity shops, clothing stores, and eateries that called so many out in the evenings. He dusted himself off a bit as he walked until he nearly face planted and decided maybe it would be better to walk normally, he was bad enough at that already, he didn't need to tempt fate.
He was making the trip back home from a local vendor's curiosity shop that, unfortunately, was on the opposite side of Chittentown from where Nictor was located. And he would go around, but there was apparently some construction going on on the outer walk ways and unless he wanted to try his luck maneuvering machinery or the more dangerous parts of town, the central back roads it was. The troll he'd visited was one that kept the roster for the local flea market and scheduled days and vendors. Right now, Nictor was working on applying so that he could start peddling his honey one or two days a week, which was kinda of exciting but also extremely daunting. He remembered Bloodfest and the strung out exhaustion he had by the end of it, but it was sort of fun un retrospect? Maybe? Okay well, Kolako was there and Bee had a nice time, so that counted for something. Either way, progress on that front had been a bit slow. It had taken absolutely forever to get that paperwork done, though it was mostly because his thinkpan felt like mush half the time because he can't help but work himself into a tizzy over the smallest things.
Like what kind of letter of denial they were going to send him. Was it going to be coated in heat activated super glue or would the mail carrier have special instructions to knock on his door and light the letter on fire in front of him. Maybe they'd all visit his hive in a mob and take turns throwing the shards of broken merchandise through his windows.
It was an effort to get himself to not think that way.
The important part was he'd just dropped the stack of papers off with a jar of complimentary honey and had even gotten an approving nod for it! That was a good sign, right? No foul words or dirty looks or threats of getting strung up by his feet and dunked in fryers of the fast food place whose table he broke last week.
Guuh, he really hoped this went over well. Think positive, think positive!
He was positive that if his application got approved it'd come back with some inventive stipulations to keep him the heck away from anyone else's wares.
Nictor blew a heavy breath out and slapped his own cheek only to yelp and bodily recoil when the lingering sting of his still healing scar flared up. And of course, of course, he sent himself stumbling into another troll and and nearly feel on his butt. Nictor managed to catch himself but not before he felt his flailing arms catch the other troll again before he managed to straighten up.
Why did he think it was an okay idea to go walking anywhere while daydreaming. Why was he like this oh no. Nictor whined quietly as he faced his most recent victim, guilt and anxiety already twisting his guts and he rubbed his hands nervously on his pant legs.
melancholies i think this should be an adequate set up? lemme know if not. feel free for muerte to swing immediately
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 4:05 am
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Muerte Perist had been having a night.
It was rare for him, now a days, to step out of the swamp. Most of his supplies were in his hive, and anything he needed could be procured with a quiet request to Aprife. But the fact of the matter was... Muerte had a tendency to get stir crazy. It was strange, because he'd never felt that way before when he lived in the forest, but maybe it was just that; he was alone, he could be at peace in the silence of the woods, but in the swamp...
Well, the entire Initiative lived there like a close knit family, and it was a little hard for Muerte to swallow sometimes.
So he told Aprife he'd be back sometime in the future and left. It was a well needed break, but being away from society for so long sunk in deep, and he noticed his flaws when he meandered throughout the groups of public. The only reason he'd come here specifically was to pick up a few things (might as well, being away from home), but it was proving difficult.
He slipped away into the back roads after some time.
His disguise made him look like a standard desert dweller; a scarf around his face kept the sand from his mouth, and his robotic eye was covered up with an eyepatch, the rest of his clothes loose but layered to protect him from moonburns (and more importantly, keep him warm in the cool night air). He was just starting to calm down when some idiot clashed into him.
Two trolls, no crowd, and someone this moron still ran into him. Naturally, this was entirely the yellowbloods fault; Muerte was at no fault of his own.
"Are you blind?" He seethed as he got back to his feet. Any other night, and Muerte would have used his good 'calm down time' skills implanted by Aprife and walked away. This night, he couldn't stop himself from swinging out in characteristic, petulant anger.
Well, more like kicking. Muerte didn't have a whole lot of faith in his fists.
Quote: HP: 20/20Novice Defense Style A (Robo Eye): 2/2
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Taki-di rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 8:46 pm
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HP: 20/20 [ARTIFACT USED]
Damage: 0+[not using bo staff this turn]=0
Trinkets/Artifacts: Military Grade Weapon (2d6 + 1)
Adept Artifact Defense A (style A -3 damage taken, 4x per battle) 3/4
Nictor's whine warbled a little when his hapless victim began yelling at him, shoulders drawing up as he automatically tried to shuffle away from the source of the anger. Gosh, he didn't mean to but intentions didn't stop it from happening now did it. Nictor was about to speak up and try to apologize when his foot caught and down he went on his butt.
Because of course he did. A bit distracted and caught in the knee jerk internal recoil of bumping into someone on an empty road when he really really just wanted some space and maybe to walk somewhere without messing up someone's day, was that too much to ask?
"Haa, s-sor-yEEAH!" Nictor's apology was cut off by a yelp when something smacked into one of the arms he was hoisting himself up with. Adrenaline shot through his system, what was- was he being attacked!? Nictor had to catch himself, again, and quickly started trying to scramble away and upright at the same time. Which, of course, was not a very coordinated action.
It wasn't Nictor's first time getting kicked at but there was always the risk of things getting worse that made him want to not be on the ground any longer than necessary. Even if he was being attacked though, it didn't exactly make him want to hit the other troll back. That, really wasn't his favorite thing to do. These thoughts were shelved in favor of more immediate concerns like random civilians turned threats.
"S-s----orry! I-I, r-re-really am s-s-orry!" Nictor fumbled, actually managing to finish the sentence this time but the expression on the other troll's face sent his gut twisting in knots. He wanted the apology to fix this, wanted to bolt before this got worse, but the stranger was between Nictor and his path home and this troll had already attacked him. What if they were the kind to take things too far? What if he'd follow Nictor- no no he'd jsut been over this a minute ago, positive thoughts! Nictor hadn't really managed to stick to that though, had he.
Maybe, maybe they'd leave it at just the kick? maybe that was enough. They could just split ways and go home and forget this happened and it'd be fine?
"Ahhh..." Was he supposed to verbalize that request? Nictor's thoughts were trailing in circles and going nowhere as he tensely watched the other troll for a sign of what was to come next, hand twitching a bit near his belt at the thought of things escalating. He had his staff, he could, he could use that if he had to, even if it made his throat tight to think about.
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 1:41 am
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