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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 1:17 am
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Engrav bit at a metal thumb as the two older trolls talked, thinkpan whirling as he struggled to place the highblood. They were an odd pair. Courtesy and barely-restrained violence oozed from every pore of the two, clear as the moon on thier faces. The inventor had figured this was about what he was due for, moving into a military chain of command, but he was still nervous, jittery. Full of energy. Careful, Yellowblood. Move careful. He was going to do this. Really do it. And this was probably his last chance to back out, disappear, run to the other side of Alternia somewhere and live in a hole. Maybe find a way into space.
He waited until they were nearly passing by him, and then took a step forward and gave a low whistle to draw their attention, two quick descending notes that pulled the strings of his future closed in an inescapable knot. The inventor stepped out into the thoroughfare, joining the pair as they ventured down the dock. His nerves jangled roughly, jarring him with every step. Engrav tried to hold it in, press that electricity back into the center of himself and drown it. He refused to show weakness. Not here.
"Sorry for the cloak and dagger routine," the inventor murmured with a winning smile as he walked alongside the pair down the boardwalk. The jovial exterior didn't extend any further than his eye. It coldly surveyed the area as they walked, watching sight lines, eyeing heavy-looking pockets, counting paces of nearby walkers and checking if anyone was matching stride. "I find it never hurts to be too careful. Lieutenant..." Engrav wracked his thinkpan, running back through his previous encounter with the redblood. "Augima, correct? I assume Sinter has already briefed you on the operation?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 9:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 11:24 am
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![User Image](https://i.imgur.com/iWH8HT3.png) Engrav Setlar
Engrav blinked. Pedigree? What a very... highblooded concept. He was suspicious by nature alone, careful by the very din of the stakes he'd decided to play for. Blood and bearing were useful for social connections, but ultimately it was really only a lowblood that could get something like this done. Engrav grinned.
"I find most lowbloods know how to wriggle when expected. I'm no different, really. I just have a goal in mind, and I've always been a bit of a self-starter." Engrav glanced aside at the towering juggalo, still trying to get a fix on her mannerisms. the cult was so hard to predict, all of the members following thier own whims without seemingly a code or credo. Somehow Tamiya, intimidating as she might be, seemed... more calculated. Colder. "They took an arm from me. And an eye. And a friend. I just want to take something from them as well."
His lone eye wandered to a booth - the batter-tangles she'd spoken of earlier. Wordlessly, Engrav purchased one for each of them, crunching into the sticky sweet as they continued to walk and talk. "I've had a lot of time to think about this. How it would actually play out. I've already set some wheels in motion, put together a couple meets. Anything I could give you right now would be strictly small fry though. If we want to wrap up the whole thing nice and with a bow, it'll take time and resources. And absolute secrecy. NO ONE can know." He looked back at Sinter, the one organizing the enterprise. "I know you covered this already, but I need to stress the importance of this: I refuse to believe that there aren't rebel agents peppered throughout the royal ranks. If we keep information to just the three of us until we're ready to act, we'll all be much safer." He coughed politely, sugar from the snack cloying in his mouth. Somehow it wasn't so appetizing any longer. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll manage to survive the mission. That would be nice as well."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 11:00 pm
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![User Image](https://i.imgur.com/iWH8HT3.png) Engrav Setlar
"Of course," Engrav replied softly, eye flickering over the boardwalk ahead. "I have a... contact. Someone that I trust that can get me into the fold. I've not told them my true intentions, of course - I'd prefer to keep my stories as isolated as possible - but as a lowblood survivor of highblood mischief, I'm far from an unlikely candidate for recruitment. I plan to infiltrate at least the foot ranks as best I can, make myself as useful as possible." The yellowblood brushed sugar from his vest, sniffnode wrinkling in distaste from the sticky residue it left. He hated messes. The military trolls hardly needed to know that he'd already begun the process, or that he would have undergone the process whether or not they were on board.
"Once I'm in, very little is off the table. I'll do anything they ask, try to come up with what seems safe to move them forward. Generally make myself useful. That's where funding and a bit of oversight comes in. I plan to offer the services of my laboratory, but I need to make sure that the military stays off my back long enough to make any assistance I can offer the..." He coughed, searched for a delicate term. Nothing seemed forthcoming. "Swamp party feasible. I need them to trust me. Basically, I need some beetles and someone running interference while I solidify relationships with my new friends. That would be the two of you."
Engrav's eye flickered to Sinter, searching the redblood as he was sure the military troll searched him in turn. Tamiya was... unpredictable. Not quite what he'd expected. That kind of unpredictability could serve a troll like Sinter well, the redblood's friend with connections of her own and a wild side that kept other trolls off balance. Sinter the open hand and Tamiya the fist, to put it in simpler terms. Hard to truly tell which of them was more dangerous, but Engrav suspected they were a deadly pair when allowed to consult each other.
"I try my best to separate myself from personal grudges," the yellowblood said to his handler with a stony face. "I certainly wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the mission. That's what matters here; turning the entire thing upside-down and shaking it. But if someone that I had a grudge with happened to fall out... I would be pleased, certainly." The inventor scowled, thinking about Caiden. The brownblood would be... he'd keep him safe. He had to. The idiot didn't know what he'd gotten himself into, and Engrav would get him out of it. "What else do you need to know?" Engrav asked, voice low and quiet, eye whipping to the purpleblood he knew ultimately would call the shots.
seekingCylem Oh lord more yellow walls
Sypon They just get bigger it's a problem
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