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 Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:16 pm
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Trusci had a lot of reservations about space. It was a moth to a flame sort of deal; she didn't want to get too close to the sun, she was afraid of what could happen to her, but she felt innately drawn to it all the same. Maybe if she hadn't been born a telekinetic, she would've turned out different, would've joined the military and been a subordinate lowblood. Instead she had a healthy, albeit low-key fear of what would happen to her as a helmsman.
Some trolls, the 'gifted' ones, they saw that as a stepping stone. They could advance the ladder a lot quicker, have a lot more worth than the warm hued blood in their veins.
Trusci saw it as a prison. Her powers were a treasure and a tool, but they were a tool for her to use and no one else.
Now with the space exploration getting closer and closer to a definitive date, the yellowblood found herself milling around the grounds, wondering if maybe it would've been better if she hadn't signed up for the space race. On the other hand, think of all the cool s**t she was going to see, think of the scoops she might uncover. That made her smile a little bit.
Still, she was mostly here to pass the time, maybe find some new faces to chat up, and there was a redblood that caught her eye who looked too cute to pass up. Maybe she'd catch her eye, get a good wave in, break the ice, helloooooo....
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