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 Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 7:04 pm
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Cynril had been... busy. Doing what exactly? Nothing. He was up to nothing but playing and chewing on things he shouldn't even consider putting in his mouth. How hadn't he been caught was beyond him. Keeping himself on the low was always the best way to survive but when you're a small and curious child, it's way harder. Maybe the staff was too busy with their duties to notice the scuff marks, or maybe the scuff marks are a thing in chittentown. Or maybe, just maybe, Cynril was too good at this.
Cynril stopped his tracks as he found a washer and stared at it for a couple of minutes. It was calling him, telling him to pick it up. Which he ended up doing so a second later before putting it in his mouth. Had a weird oily taste, which made him spit it out, rub it against his clothes and popped it back in his mouth. The only good thing about coming along, was the fact that he could do whatever he wish for the time of being. No showers, no having to eat from a plate with a fork or spoon, no hearing others blame him for eating up their stuff. Life was good for now and no one complained about him!
"Th-they can't s-see me take th-their things... s'all good." He giggled softly and continued skipping aimlessly. Cynril was still looking out for aliens in disguise though, and hoped he wouldn't encounter any of them.
Melona-pan cyn: i am my own boss now
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 7:08 pm
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While Cynril's questionable antics were largely unnoticed, (or outright ignored), by the military personnel, there was one troll who had been keeping a watchful eye on him ever since his arrival on site that night.
04:35- placed small metal object in mouth for the 5th time tonight. attempts were made to clean it, but only after sampling.
Lowering her pen, Byakko's shoulders rose and fell with a slight sigh.
Tonight marked Cynrils first true test: his first time outside the swamp 'unsupervised'. Or so he thought, anyway; a disguised Byakko had been following him every inch of the way, at a safe distance, always busying herself with some sort of idle work nearby. This time, she was pretending to refill paper into a printer that overlooked the area he was skipping around. A handful was carelessly jammed into a slot that seemed about the right size before she returned to her notebook.
Chewing on the insides of her cheeks, Akko looked down through the red cateye glasses at her handwriting. All the other entries that night read similarly. Object in mouth, skip around, another object in mouth. She was beginning to believe she'd been over eager in choosing Cynril's first test run to be on a military site. A little frivolous activity was to be expected, but... had she over estimated his ability to focus? A small knot of disappointment collected in her gut, which she soothed away with the knowledge that he didn't seem to struggle horribly with his disguise.
A long beeeeep pulled her attention back to the machine in front of her. Blinking lights on the display of the printer read 'jammed'. Byakko stared down at it with distaste before pocketing her notebook and quickly walking away.
ImaginationsPasdasdradise
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 3:40 pm
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Cynril skipped about, giggling at whatever thought that came to his little mind. Also a beeping sound could be heard but that was probably nothing, right?
Cynril slightly picked up the pace as he watched everyone else as he skipped around. The child wasn't sure if he had to do things later on, but he was sure not looking forward to that moment. It reminded him about the time he helped during the construction of the space tower in Civisect.
Never again.
Seeing older trolls work made him feel a bit grateful he didn't have to do anything. What was he running away from? He didn't exactly know but, something deep in his stomach told him to. So the mutant continued the path he took, picked up the pace a bit more until he started running-- feeling unusually free.
He kept running around until---
He bumped into someone around his age. "HEY! WATCH IT!" They said, looking at Cynril quite annoyed.
The mutant just held his breath, thoughts racing, and stayed still until they decided to walk away grumpily. The child's eyes fluttered back to reality as he let his breath go. There wasn't anything he could've done-- he wasn't able to do anything, he didn't know how to. Quite disappointing.
After all the time he had spent in the swamp... Hadn't he learned anything? At all? He couldn't even answer for gog's sake, just stayed the immobile... Like he used to do... Cynril collected his thoughts, stood up and just crossed his arms as if he was pulling himself together, and stared at the ground. He wasn't frightened but angry-- frustrated even at himself.
"Why can't I do anything right?" He murmured to himself.
melona-pan well this took an unexpected sad turn . . . . . . whoops
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 9:25 am
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While Cynril continued on his merry little adventure, Byakko kept a safe distance away from him, using the twisting hallways to her advantage. The constant trickle of trolls served as the perfect cover. She confident she had gone unnoticed by the other mutantblood.
Which was alarmingly easy, considering Cynril didn't seem very aware of his surroundings. He was treating the military base like a playground, when it was a death trap. Looking up from her notebook- she'd only glanced down for a split second to scribble down the words 'send back?'- Byakko realized Cynril had slipped from her sight.
Crap.
Followed by, a sliver of hope that maybe he had seen her after all and took the opportunity to shake her. Maybe...!
Akko hastily made her way forward, heels clicking with urgency, glancing down the many branching hallways he could have wandered down. She turned a corner just in time to witness-
"HEY! WATCH IT!"
Okay, back to the 'unaware of his surroundings' thing. Akko stepped back to let the other child storm past her, shuffling through the stack of papers she had to busy herself with. As their footsteps faded, she lowered the papers slowly, peering over the tops of her glasses at Cynril. He really was an enigma to her. How he had survived this long seemed like nothing short of a miracle, really. Poor thing. As conflicted as she was over his behavior, Byakko couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the small mutantblood. She had been much older, but Akko still remembered with clarity how adrift she felt after losing Trolldad. Both Athera and Maneki were more adept at navigating through Aternia in disguise, but neither of them had experienced the horrors Cynril had. It was her running theory, anyway.
Byakko pressed her lips together, slowly approaching Cynril. She'd break her rule, just this once.
"Are you okay?" Her tone rang with a genuine concern.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 4:24 pm
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Cynril sniffled, glaring at the ground and whipped his head up immediately after hearing someone talk. His face was plastered into a sour pout which turned into a perplexed expression. Who was this stranger? And why was she talking to him?
The child looked up, tilting his head to the side a bit as he tried to understand her question.Was he okay? Was he? No, he wasn't-- Cynril wasn't ok, he was mad at himself. But this was a stranger and he couldn't or better yet, shouldn't let strangers know just how vulnerable he was. He failed at it frequently, yes, but he had the thoughts drilled into his thinkpan. Never trust a stranger until they became a friend or at least stuck long enough to backstab you. The mutant rubbed his nose, still looking a bit bitter. "Mhm." He nodded.
"'m f-fine." The child looked down to his feet and back at the redblood. "Are you a stranger?" He asked. "M-my," Parent guardian that just happens to be a mutant as well, was replaced by, "lusus t-tells me not to t-talk to strangers." He mumbled. If things turned haywire, all he had to do was think no, go, yell, and tell. Find someone he knew, tell them about it and hide from the situation until they took care of it. So if this turned into a dangerous situation, all he had to do was say no, run away, yell as loud as you can, and tell an adult. Simple.
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