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Name: Kasmin Vantas Mood: Highly confused

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Dying sucks

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Would that he could, Iibron would had smacked Kasmin in this moment. He was fine?! He didn’t need anything?! Helping him wasn’t fair?! Fuck that! His Signless was practically bleeding out in front on him, there was no way in reality Psiioniic was going to let that happen, especially not when he was partially responsible for Kasmin’s sad state. "Fuck that. Forget the choice, you have lost your choosing privileges. You’re hurt and I am going to help you whether you think you need it or not. For fucks’s sake Kasmin, you’re still BLEEDING. And don’t think for a second I didn’t here you groan or see those grimaces of agony. Nuh uh. I heard them loud and clear Mr. I’m fine and I don’t need anyfin." Before Kasmin could raise his voice to fight, something Iibron was sure Signless would do, he willed his psiionics to life and aimed a wave of suppressing power at Kasmin. “Now you stay right there and don’t move a muscle. I’m going to get a fire ready as well as first aid.” Still not giving Kasmin so much as a breath of air in which to raise a protest Iibron got up, gathered sticks, leaves and whatever other debris looked like it would burn from in and around the cave and gathered it into a loose pile. One spark of power was all it took to set the kindling burning; and then the fire started. That done Iibron unshouldered the two large backpacks he wore and threw them next to Signless. "Before the shit with the weather went down I stocked up on everything. I have thermal sleeping bags, thread, needles and gods only know what else. Feel free to help yourself, but not trying to heal any more of your own wounds. That’s my job now." Figuring that Signless was either going to fight no matter what or, for once in his life, shut up, Iibron plopped himself back down next to him and started rummaging through one of his bags in silence. 

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Grimacing and listening to his mate he shook his head, "Iibron no-". The words bubbled and lost sound as the other used his psionics against him. Feeling himself give in to them, being too weak to even begin to fight them off, his arms loosened before coming to just rest in his lap. The pleasant tingles of the psionics down his spine practically forced him to relax the rest of the muscles in his body. 

Groaning internally he simply nodded at his goldblood's commands. Not like he could move anything anyway, the psionics had felt nice and helped him relax in a way he couldnt do himself. "O-ok." His reply was soft, not weak or hurt, just quiet and more to himself. 

Hating how his mate was doing everything, Kasmin just watched the taller troll gather supplies and setting up  the fire. Not wanting to hold himself up anymore, Kasmin shifted and laid on the stone ground, holding the backpack that was tossed to him against the upper part of his chest. This time letting out an audible groan as pain shot through his chest and ribs. The mutant prayed nothing was broken. 

Ears perking as the other began to speak again he nodded and sighed. "I dont want to take your supplies away from you, you earned them yourself." Now that the psionics effects were wearing off he built up the energy to argue. "You got them so theyre yours, its not in my right to use them." 

Flinching involuntarily as Iibron sat back down next to him he watched quietly, the others silence made his skin crawl. "Look, Iibron, I know you want to do this for me and thats really nice but you dont have to and as long as youre here I can patch myself up." Bullshit, he knew it too, he was terrified of stitching up the major wound on his side whether he had help or not. 

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A not so winter wonderland

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Once the diamond had been formed, Mirius nodded in approval. Despite just meeting, the bronzeblood couldn't have thought of someone who would be a more suiting moirail. Seeing Kasmin smile after all the distress and tears certainly did make one form on the Summoners own face as well.

"You know it." Mirius responded to mutants needing to stick together. Breaking off the diamond, Summoner rested his hand down by his side. In the first few hours he already helped pulling someone out of the hole they were trapped in. Along the fact of it being  the Signless, a nice first step to a long road ahead.

At the older trolls question, Mirius gave a quick shake of his head. "Like I said, just got here.But I'll do that, I'll know who to befriend and who to leave dead in the snow."  Which was then followed by Mirius holding up a hand before the candyblood could respond. "Kidding, only kidding." Though he wasn't completely honest, if someone go on his nerves enough, it could happen. "Anyway, these people you know, it probably is for the best they get contacted. After all, gotta introduce everyone to your new moirail."

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Kasmin smiled and nodded, only blinking and letting his smile falter when the statement came up. When Mirius defended himself the mutant let it slide and only shook his head and let out a quiet chuckle. "Its all good, theres nothing to worry about." 

The mention of contacting people made him nod and scoot over to sit next to the bronzeblood, opening up his wrist-top to show him how it worked and pointing out the ones that he knew and gave off a small summary of who they were based off his own opinion. Hopefully Summoner can work off that and get in touch with people. 

'You fall too hard, too fast, Vantas.' Was all Kasmin could think as Summoner worked next to him. It was something he wasnt proud of but also something he couldnt help. 

'Too hard... Too fast' 

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Mirius wasn't expecting the hug rather than a fist bump. With a few moments, the rebel was a bit astonished by it, until finally, he returned it, arms wrapping around Kasmin, Mirius kept the older troll in a close embrace, following up the pale affection with a pat to back as well.

As the sobs began to dye down, the Summoner just whispered his own shushes in order to quell the trolls distress. Summoner wasn't showing it at the moment. Though the rebel was glad for this, someone to keep him sane in the near future if this were to ever happen.

Mirius loosened his grip and let go upon feeling the other start to push back. "Woah woah, you're sorry? No need." Though hearing the Signless mutter about the loss of a moirail, that just made the bronze blood frown for a moment, then shook his head a bit. "I know what loss feels like, so I'm with you there." Though he his tone vague and heavy, not wanting to further talk about his losses. 

Not letting past events get the better of him, Mirius just gave a brief snort to shake it all off. Then holding two fingers out to the Signless in the shape of a half diamond. "Kasmin, I don't think there's anyone who would make a better palemate."

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As the candy blooded mutant looked down at his lap, his ears twitched at Mirius' words before looking up at him. Noting the tone of the others voice he didnt question the other. Nodding and making a small affirmative sound, he wouldnt pry unless he was given the ok. 

He didnt know how long that ok was since he knew only so much about the other. This only proved him and Iibron's theories about themselves to be true in the long run. A quiet sigh passed his lips and he smiled, wiping the last of the tears away from his eyes he blinked at the half diamond before flushing softly. 

Lifting his hand and making the other half of the diamond he connected their fingers and chuckled lightly. "Mutants gotta stick together." Kasmin murmured before smiling up at the other. Nothing about this smile was forced, he was genuinely happy for the first time in weeks. 

The fire next to them crackled and hissed on as they sat together. The elder of the two turned and looked into the fire, "Have you made contact with anyone else yet? If not I can introduce you to a few people, if you want." 

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Mirius was mindful of the stomach wound when he began wrapping. Summoner wasn't all too phased by this, after all, the mans adult life was spent surrounded by war and carnage, he'd make a mummy envious with all the wounds that he alone had wrapped for his troops.

Listening, Summoner was already starting to feel discontent with just where he was. Still, the rebel refused to let this place get to him so soon. "Well, so much for being reincarnated in some sort of beautiful utopia. I should have known being able to sit by the beach with a bottle rum and skulls of my fallen enemies lined up would be too much to ask for." Mirius chuckled a bit at his own crack, attention then shifting to his wrist when it was mentioned. "Ah, a fancy gizmo but they couldn't spare a mug of-" Mirius was cut off by the yelp, nodding and handing the scissors over to Kasmin

Hearing Kasmin give thanks, Mirius smiled for a brief moment. "No problem. On a place that basically needs an individual person watching every angle, it's good to know there's someone watching your back." Mirius clicked his tongue for a moment. "I'm not even going to sugar coat things here, only reason I'm not injured is because I just joined this shindig." Better to give the brutal honesty that it was possible Summoner could end up in pretty bad shape sooner or later.

"Fuck, die on the soil of one tyrant only to be revived on the land of another." Mirius though could actually feel himself muttering a bit when the Overseer was being described. The unknown was a terrifying thing, at least back on Alternia the Summoner knew the faces of his adversaries. Though this was something completely in the dark.

If all that hadn't confirmed the rebels opinion that this place was fucked up, what Kasmin said next certainly did. The timing couldn't have been better either, having already finished applying the bandages, Summoner went ahead and rested both hands on the trolls shoulders to comfort Kasmin. "Shush, say no more. You've been through hell, and as my savior from the cold, it's time to switch roles." Which then led to Summoner using one hand to offer another fist bump.

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Kasmin let his arm slip from his face as the other placed his hands on his shaking shoulders. His whole body was trembling, shaking with terror and overworked muscles. "I--" The mutant stopped and simply closed his mouth before pushing away the bronze's hand and looped his arms around his neck; hugging him tightly. 

He hadn't felt safe in weeks, yet here this troll is, fresh from sleep and new to this horror making him feel just that much better and safer. Burying his face into the trolls shoulder he let out a few last dying sobs. Heaved breaths passed with light tightenings of his aching arms. 

He had to move on. It was now or never, Kasmin. 

Quiet whimpers, moments in between the pitiful sounds, were the only signs of life coming from the older mutant other than a lightly shaking body and ruffled breathes. "I-Im sorry... I-... I just lost my moirail a-and I've been a bit o-of a wreck." The Vantas mumbled, finally pulling back to look into the others eyes before casting his gaze down at his hands that were settled into his lap. "I-I didnt mean to make any p-pale advancements i-if you didnt want them." His speech was lightly broken from soft after crying hiccups. 

"H-her name w-was Roxy, R-roxy Lalonde and sh-she was one of the ones I wat-tched be killed." 

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Lifting his hand from the shoulder of the Signless, Mirius gave a brief nod and then moved towards the bag, rummaging through it to grab the bandages. "Alright Mirius, this shouldn't be so difficult, you've done this like a hundred times with your own troops." Summoner muttered to himself, just a little something for reassurance to himself for not having applied bandages in fuck knows how long.

At the question, Mirius just gave a brief nod, so it looked like he wasn't the only one who just seemed to 'wake up' on this place. "Pretty much, out of one hell and into the other. Trust me, this certainly is torment for a guy like if you can tell." The rebel gave a little open and close of his wings, having them become cold and wet put more weight on his back rather than result in taking to the sky. "Yeah and I wouldn't exactly call my badass commando outfit of freedom, winter wear."

Hearing the groan it was clear to Mirius it was about time the bandages got applied, turning around and starting to unravel them. Turning around, Summoner checked out the wounds for a moment until leaning in to start wrapping the new ones around Kasmin. "So, something tells me there's more to this hell than just cold weather huh?" Speaking as he wrapped, making sure to be gentle with it as well.

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Keeping Miruis away from his stomach he nodded and found needle and thread, one of his stitches had begun to come out and that was the last thing he needed. As the bronzeblood wrapped his thighs and other places he bit his lip hard as to not cry out when he began stitching himself up. 

"Y-yeah, its really calm after the absolute thrashing we all just went through." His voice was tight as it took his body a while to numb itself. Once he couldnt feel the area under one of his grubscars he quickly finished righting the stitches. "I dont know if youve even looked at your wrist-top but its helpful so use it." Now that he had finished he reached back for scissors to cut the thread but yelped as the motion pulled on the stitches. "Fuck... can you hand me the scissors?" Kasmin drapped his arm over his eyes as he layed back against the stone. 

He could feel Miruis' hands continue to work on patching him up as he needed to be, he was doing good in the mutants eyes. Thankful that his body didnt ache nearly as much as it used to he just took in and let out long slow breaths. "Thank you for this." The candy-blooded trolls voice was soft and quiet as he succomed to the simple rhythm of the others hands shifting the bandages from one to the other. The whispered sound reminding him of leaves on a tree from back on Alternia.

"It calls itself the Overseer." He began, "No ones ever seen him or her or them. And if we have we dont remember. It wants something from us but no one knows what... The last 'event' we had culled off a bunch of ourselves...  I use culled lightly cause I dont remember dying yet it felt just like that." The Vantas shook his head slightly, his arm still covering his eyes. 

"I remember... My moirail and her friend... They died right before me... In front of me even... I couldnt do anything to help b-because--..." His voice cracked as the still vivid memories hit him like a ton of bricks. He didnt realize he had begun to shake as he was talking about the events in the arena. "B-because m-my mate had me-" He couldnt even finish. The trauma was still fresh and still just as painful as before. 

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A bright smile formed when Mirius felt Kasmin connect a fist with his It seemed the thought of this place just being pure hell was dying down with an instant befriending, though Mirius couldn't think of anyone who would understand the other more. Mutants have to stick together.

Though that optimism switched to concern seeing just how Kasmin reacted, this it was Mirius turn to raise a brow. "Hey are you okay-" before he could finish his question it was quickly answer by tears that had formed in the eyes of the Signless. This made him lean forward just the slightest and hold up one hand, unsure of what to do really.

Hesitation made turned into a bit of scorn for himself, after all the Signless was in distress. Finally Mirius went ahead and rested a hand on the candybloods shoulder, followed by a sort of pat as well. "You don't need to be sorry, shit, I'm here as your friend, we help each other when we're scraping at the bottom of the barrel." Mirius opened his mouth provide a toothy smile as well.

Summoner looked over the Signless, all the old bandages could use a change. "Got anymore bandages? These are starting to look less like medical supplies and more like gaper paper." Another poor choice of timing to crack a joke,he couldn't help but silently curse to himself. "Point is, do you have any fresh bandages?"

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At the pat to his shoulder, Kasmin looked up and to the hand. For a moment he didnt think of Miruis as Miruis. Miuris was Roxy for a split second before Kasmin gave in. When the younger male spoke Signless looked at him and nodded slowly, "R-right." 

The Cancer nodded once again and twisted around to point to his backpack that was sitting against the wall a few feet behind them. "Yeah, there should be more than enough in there." Without thinking much, Kasmin let his fingers brush over his wrists, the sensation in both his fingers and the surface of his skin was enough to send chills down his spine. 

Watching as the other got the bandages he started to take off the ones he could and bit his lip at how badly he could tell he'd be scared. Guess he could at least provide a warning to the other about the little known dangers of the new planet they were on. Swallowing thickly he leaned back a bit to start unwrapping the bandages around his middle. "Did you just wake up? Seems like people are taking their time waking up and moving around here. Guess trolls are just not made to operate in the cold." He was cautious when talking about the Overseer, hopefully the younger would listen to him and not cross the unseen horror.

Once his middle was uncovered he couldnt stop a soft groan at how the wounds looked. They were healing, slowly and painfully but they were. "Shit..." Hissing he reached for the open backpack and pulled out the rest of the first aid kit to find the things he needed to patch himself up. 

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The feeling of the fire was both metaphorically and literally a warm welcome, nice to know a decent sized inferno was formed to keep a guy warm. Though that all changed when the other trolls reaction to bringing up the rebellion. Mirius just held both his hands up in a stop like motion. "Woah woah, hold on a sec there, amigo." Yet, when the title of the Sufferer hit his auditory canals it made sense.

Summoner took another moment to just take it all in, this was the man who inspired him to start a war. This certainly took big things come in small packages to a whole new meaning, because this certainly what the rebel was expecting. The bronzeblood couldn't help but chuckle in the slightest, which was followed by a head shake. "Sorry, I shouldn't be laughing. It's just, you know, stuck on a mysterious planet, the first troll you meet is none other than the S-man. In case you're wondering, I heard a few tales about you, though they were shoddy at best. A candy red blooded  troll striving for equality is what I picked up."

Mirius then frowned and looked off to the side for a moment before going to face back at Kasmin. "And, I wouldn't say it was fixed. After all, war is hell, in the end I failed as well." At that Mirius took in another heavy breath of air, sure reminiscing about the rebellion was fun, but failure stung. "I mean, even if my soldiers and I all agreed that even if we knew we would fail, we would fight, in the name of equality and all that deep crap. In the end it still blows to be crushed below a highbloods foot."

Expression shifted, from discontent to looking as if he were sucking on a sour lemon, Mirius wanted to get off the subject of his own failure. "Blegh, but I didn't come here to tell some gander bulb watering story." Reaching for the back of his own head, the winged troll just began to rub the back of it a bit. "Especially when you got your own. Just goes to show how much bullshit there is in the world ya know. People like you and I, we gotta stick together." Summoner formed his hand into a fist and held it out to the Signless to offer a fist bump. "What do you say? We may have just met each other, Kasmin, but I think we know enough to where we'd be pals."

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Kasmin listened, his ears twitching slightly and a brow lifted at 'S-man', is that what people were calling him? Of all the things they could have picked. Inwardly rolling his eyes he played it off by shifting his weight a bit to the side. "Well you got the gist of it at least." He murmured more to himself than to Mirius. 

When the other continued he made a point to listen, he may be in a foul mood but that shouldnt hinder his ability to hold a decent conversation with someone who started a war for him. At the mention of him failing as well Kasmin couldnt help but let out a long breath. "I knew it was impossible to throw away thousands of centuries of tradition and thought in only," he waved his hand trying to sum up how many sweeps there must have been rebellion, "what, eighty- ninety sweeps?" The mutant shook his head and looked up at the cave ceiling. 

Returning his eyes to the other he caught his mannerisms and looked out behind him subtly trying to see if anyone was coming and to see how the snow was falling outside. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the fist and flinched involuntarily before forcing himself to relax. "Yeah, mutants should stick together and rebellion leaders should definitely stick together." He was about to continue and make a bit of a sick joke but he stopped himself, this troll was trying to make him feel better and here Kasmin was being an ass and having to force himself not to ruin everything that had just went on between them.

Carefully reaching out he touched fists with the Summoner and gave him a sweet half smile. "I can agree." The fire light bounced off his wrists and Kasmin suddenly became self conscience of them and went to pull his hand back. Swallowing thickly and pressing past the knot in his throat he became more and more aware of his filthy bandages that needed changing and how defeated he must look covered in old bandages. 

"Uhm, I-" He tried to make up an excuse but nothing really came to mind. 'How weak I must look, im his idol and here I am.' The candyblooded was not one to be emotional but here he was, a wreck and trying not to think of anything that would remind him of his moirail to avoid just outright crying in front of this stranger. 

Too late. 

Tears pooled in his eyes as he hugged his middle and hunched over, trying his hardest to hide his wrists from himself and the other. "I-I'm sorry." Was the weak murmur that passed his lips as he tried to think and clear his mind but all that happened was more memories of his passed moirail helping him and consoling him when he needed it. 

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Mirius nearly laughed out in joy once his question was answered, but being tired of breathing in the cold air he would hold back on that for now. Besides, before complete relaxation could be a thing, a bit of air needed to be cleared. Making sure to keep a fair distance as he followed along behind the other troll.

Once Summoner felt his foot land on something that wasn't actually snow a wave if relief washed right over him. First thing first was getting warm though, watching the other trolls movements, he caught the sleeping bag that was tossed over to him. An eyebrow raised from whatever was muttered, though for now Mirius decided it'd be better to leave it, the two were complete strangers at the moment after all. "Thanks, stranger, another second or so I would have become an ice fairy."

Nitram went ahead and sat himself down, aimlessly wandering around through a frozen land of suffering left a guy tired, taking this opportunity to let his wings just open and close as a way of warming them up a bit and opening the sleeping bag to wrap around the front of himself. "Ahem, anyway. Not sure if you know who I am or not, being dead for who knows the fuck how long can make you sort of fade away like you never existed and this certainly isn't Alternia. Even if it was I think sea bitch would make people want to forget a guy like me."

Mirius then began to clear his throat in a rather loud and perhaps unnecessary, but whenever he was going to talk about himself, just explaining things was never enough. Spreading his arms from under the sleeping bag, along with a rouge like smile. "Mirius Nitram, or some may know me as The Summoner. The troll who ignited the fires of a rebellion so that equality could rise from the ashes." Of course, for the affect of it "With my mutation, many stood by side and joined me in the battle against the tyrants." once he finished, the flames extinguished but his smile remained. "So yeah, you could say I'm kind of a big deal. Or well...was a big deal."

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Kasmin listened and sat facing the stranger as he started the fire. Getting a better look at the others wings was nice and cured his curiosity for the moment. As the stranger started talking again he looked down but kept his ears perked as he warmed his hands and breathed softly into the fire to help it grow. 

When he spoke of fading away Kasmin just nodded and made a small sound of agreement, it was sure his reputation was completely erased by now, it had to have been. The only ones to have known him didnt even... know him. They knew other hims or the "real" him. He clenched his teeth and tried not to think about it too much, it made him sick. 

The second the words "equality" and "rebellion" escaped Mirius' mouth Kasmin's eyes lifted to meet with his. "You... Youre the one who restarted m-" Anger wasnt something he was expecting to feel in that moment but it was. This troll was so open and proud of his mutation. Shaking his head a flicker of something flashed in his eyes. "You took over my rebellion... How did it feel to hold someones failure and fix it? How does it feel to speak with the one who failed in the first place?" 

Sympathy was the last of what he wanted to get, but after exhausting his other emotions its what his mind needed. Forcing himself to stop from touching his wrists, if only to savour the lasting memories of his departed ex-moriail, he stared at the Summoner, carefully arching a brow. 

The fire separating them crackled and hissed as the damp wood burned, after holding Miruis' gaze Kasmin looked down into the fire, letting the light accent his bright eyes. "My names Kasmin, Kasmin Vantas, The Signless as most knew me. Apparently after my death I was The Sufferer." 

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Yelling alone wasn’t enough to quell the frustration of the angered rebel. Mirius let out a breath of the chilly air his mouth, just the fact that his own breath could be seen got under his skin. Starting to take it out on the tree in front of him, the trunk met with a set of curled up fingers. With unrelenting punch after punch, it didn't matter whether it wore down to his very bone.

Summoners anger came to a halt though. Was that the sound of another's voice? That this maybe would not be a complete frozen hell in which he was brought back to life in only to die once again.

"Oh this is the ice troll, you know kinda like the ice cream troll, but without the cream part. Though I promise our flavors just as great. We have, I’m freezing my ass off supreme,  fuck it’s cold in a cup, and many more?" Now probably wasn't the best of times to be smug, however for Mirius it was a habit that could not be controlled.

Mirius ran forward,  out of pure nature of doing this all the time, made an attempt in spreading both wings to fly. Though the weather quickly reminded the bronzeblood that he was temporarily land bound. With an annoyed grunt, Mirius just continued running forward until the source of the voice was uncovered.For a moment, the rebel actually found himself looking in disbelief, another troll, someone of his own species? In this situation it was better than the agonized cries of his fallen enemies. "Okay, so I know formalities and introductions are thing. But please! For the love of everything you have or may have loved! Do you have somewhere warm?" Summoner cupped his hands together, holding it in front of himself and shaking them as a plea.

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Kasmin flinched back and blinked a few more tears away from his eyes and wiped his cheeks as the tear trails began to burn with the cold. Quickly trying to compose himself he was taken aback by the other's sarcasm but coudnt help a small dry chuckle at the humor. 

As the male ran up to him he took a few steps back, wary of another's contact. Seeing him try to open his wings, the mutant grimaced and was about to suggest otherwise but the stranger quickly realized his mistake. Continuing back up the hill that he came down, the Cancer carefully lifted his hand and made sure there be space between them. He didnt know this troll nor his intentions and he was not willing to trust someone just yet. 

Blinking slowly at the request, Kasmin nodded and looked the bronzeblood over. "Y-yeah, its a little ways up the trail. We have a fire and blankets." Well they had a fire but it was easy for Kasmin to start it up again with the supplies he had. Simply assuming the other would follow he turned and walked back the way he had come, careful for anything the other might do, but he figured he was harmless. Besides, if it came down to it Signless had his sickles with him at all times when he left the cave. 

Once the got inside the candyblooded troll shook off the snow that had settled on his shoulders and in his hair before bending over carefully as to not reopen wounds that were close to healed and picked up his sleeping bag and tossed it to the other. "Here, I figured my matesprit would be upset if you used his." The words were mumbled and a but hesitant as he sat down in front of their fire pit and rummaged through his backpack to find flint and steel. 

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Whether it was some strange planet or Alternia itself, Mirius could always agree on one thing, that being: FUCK THE COLD.  How long had the bronzeblood been wandering through this chilly landscape? Too damn long that was for sure. Seriously, Summoner had given up the boring monotony of dreambubbles for this?

Any sort of rude awakening Summoner may have complained about in the past were all irrelevant now. Nothing was more anger inducing to him than waking up on some random ground that was covered in snow, the stuff clung onto his clothes and it didn’t take long for it all to become cold and wet.

The entire time Nitram was strolling around through this freezing forest, his arms had been wrapped around himself. It was a miracle that Mirius arms weren’t bleeding from how tightly they had been clenched by the winged troll’s claws, or that his skin hadn’t been rubbed raw in some futile attempt to try and produce friction for warmth. Shit, it was so cold, the rebel was even tempted to conjure up some sick fires in his palms at least the feelings of flames would be better than the feeling of freezing your ass off.

Silently cursing and grumbling, Summoner wondered exactly why the universe enjoyed fucking with him so much. After all, Mirius had a set of wings, which were currently inoperable at the moment thanks to a nice set of icicles dangling from them! Along with a failed rebellion, to prove that whatever the hell was out there enjoyed toying with the troll. Mirius wasn’t the usual type to think so pessimistically, it was just the cold getting the better of him, a little warmth would go a long way and the winged individual’s smug demeanor would soon return.

The bronzeblood arrogance wouldn’t be returning anytime soon though if Mirius didn’t first freeze to death, a sleeveless black vest and bondage pants with red stripes weren’t the ideal choices for winter wear. With a rather irritated sounding groan, Mirius stopped for a moment and banged his head against a tree that was near him in frustration. This of course lead to a chain reaction, vibrations spread through the tree, and falling from a branch, came a bit of snow, landing right atop the Summoners cranium. With an irate sounding growl, Mirius shifted his head to look right up at the sky, yelling “THIS IS BULLSHIT!”  the sound of the rebels voice echoing throughout the land.

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Pulling his sorry self out of the caves, Kasmin held himself and stayed silent. Sadness wasnt unfamiliar for the mutant but this kind of pain hurt like something else. Losing a quadrantmate was something that wrecked Signless for a few days. 

Crimson eyes looked up at the still snowing skys and blinked slowly as flecks of ice crystals landed on his cheeks. His pan was still and so was his body. Standing in this position he held his composure as much as possible. Thinking he was going to hold himself together and turn back to head into his warmer cave he was shocked to feel tears stream down his face. Lip quivering only for a moment before the adults eyes closed and he hunched forward and let out a sob.

He had yelled, screamed and been in denial the days before and now it was time to weep. So he did. Painful, body racking sobs forced themselves for seemingly the pit of his soul. The snow below him stained a pale pink almost to mock him again. Shaking his head Kasmin clenched his cloak tighter and was about to yell when the words were stolen right from his mouth. 

Signless looked down from his elevated position and noticed a troll one with large horns and wait- wings? 

Carefully picking his way down the steep slope, Kasmin made it to the area that the yell emanated from. "H-hello?" His voice was going hoarse again, Psii would have to keep him from talking too much. "Who's out there?"  

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Judg1ng by wh4t 1 4ssum3 4r3 mostly trolls h4ving th31r t3xt th31r blood color, 4r3 you p3rh4ps th3 Suff3r3r or 4m 1 m1st4k3n?

THE SUFFERER? EXCUSE MY IGN9RANCE 6UT I D9 N9T KN9W THAT TITLE. 

IM THE SIGNLESS, THE NAMES ARE CL9SE 6UT N9T THE SAME. 

IM S9RRY IF Y9UVE C9NNECTED WITH ME 6Y INCIDENT. 

TH9UGH I WILL ADMIT, I D9NT THINK THERE IS AN9THER ADULT WH9 USES THE SAME C9L9R AS ME. 

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Dying sucks

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Out of all the answers he’d been expecting to get from Kasmin after his rant, a kiss hadn’t been one of them. Instead Iibron had been expecting forgiveness, a lecture or even silence as Kasmin processed everything he said. Of course, he wasn’t complaining. Being kissed by his new matesprite, his Kasmin, was just as good as he remembered. Tension he didn’t even know he was holding melted away. He sighed happily and had just begun to kiss back by pressing his lips open against Kasmin’s when the other troll broke the kiss to respond. And though Psiioniic was tempted to return the favor of kissing Signless silent, he refrained because he knew Signless had a point. Neither of them were even close to ready for sex. "Trust me, I know it will have to wait. i just meant it was something I was really looking forward to when the time came that we were both ready willing and able." "As for the help, I know you want to offer it, but you don’t have- no. Not even that. You shouldn’t. Helping my problems like that, it’s too pale. I want to be red with you. So damn red it makes your blood look pale. Besides, I also have Meenah and this is the sort of thing I should talk to her about. That isn’t to say we can’t work out any and all problems we have, we should do that, but when it comes to trying to fix how l fall, it’s not your department. Okay?" Unable to resist any longer Psii leaned in and kissed Kasmin long and soft. Gods he tasted good under the taste of metal and blood. Before he could make a liar of himself about the no sex thing, Iibron pulled back in favor of leaning his forehead against Kasnmin’s. "Now, let’s start getting you better. Complain all you want but you’re hurt and I have the supplies to help you. I can bandage wounds, boil water, stitch, whatever it is you need me to do. So you had better tell me what hurts the worst otherwise I won’t kiss you to make it better after I’m done." Pulling away from Kasmin completely, Iibron crossed his arms against his chest and waited for a reply from his lover to be. “I’m also going to make us dinner. I can’t promise anything fancy, but I can promise hot and something with lots of meat.”

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About to interrupt Iibron in his view of what he could or could not fix he paused, mouth open slightly, words right on his lips he stopped himself and sighed. "Alright..." Wanting to help his mate was all he wanted, but he would respect the others boundaries no matter how much he wanted to cross them. 

The kiss to his lips clouded his mind and pulled a muffled sound from him. Not wanting it to end so soon he nearly whined when his gold blooded mate pulled away. Looking up at him with his ruby eyes there was a flicker of playful annoyance as a pout came from him. Oh he could be childish if he wanted to. 

"I- why me? Youre hurt too. Its not fair to pick favorites Iibron." He scolded lightly. Yes he was hurt, yes everything he did wanted to make him cry out in pain but he couldnt- wouldnt let Iibron nurse him back to health before he himself was ok. Kasmin could handle himself just fine... Or so he thought he could. His bandages were staying put but the bleeding hadnt gone down much at all, every nerve was on fire and shot. He'd given himself stitches before but there was always someone there to guide him as he did it, so he didnt do it this time. 

"I'm fine, I dont need anything." The mutant tried to reason stubbornly, even at the promise of kisses he wouldnt budge. When his mate separated himself from his embrace he groaned loudly and painfully crossed his arms in return.  

At the abrupt mention of meat his mouth flooded, a surprised noise emanated from him as he covered his mouth and swallowed thickly. That was... strange. He knew he was hungry but wow was that a wake up call. Wiping the rest of the unwanted reaction away with the back of his hand he huffed and glanced away, knowing he was in no state to go out and hunt but neither was his mate.  

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Through thick, thin, and migraines

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Roxy gave a bright grin when her gentle tactics served to wake the older troll. The sound of her name on his lips followed by a smile was all that was necessary to lift her mood from the dark place it had been for days. “Yeah, it’s been…” She paused, not really sure if there was a word to describe how things had ‘been’. "Hectic," she settled on finally, the word floating out on the swell of a sigh. Without elaboration, she promptly crawled her way into the warmth with him. Her fingers were cold but she kept them to herself, wrapping her arms around herself. Her nose was cold too, but she was more liberal with that, nuzzling against the side of his face. "I haven’t been avoiding you," she promised as she pulled back to look at him again. "Things have been… I don’t know, complicated? I mean…" She paused again to contemplate what she’d say next, but it was short-lived as she almost immediately blurted out, "Me and Eri broke up and I haven’t been as available as I should have been. I’m sorry."

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Without a thought he wrapped his arms around her and pulled his precious moirail close. Not minding the cold fingers, hands and nose considering his fever he happily warmed them up for her. "hmm, same." Still drowsy from the rest he had been getting he didnt say much, mostly listened. 

Blinking open his eyes at the news he looked down at her, eyes slightly clouded with a mixture of sleep and sickness he grimaced and touched her cheek, feeling his migraine begin to rear its head again. "Roxy, I'm sorry but please keep your voice down. I have the worst headache and anything above a whisper doesnt help." He tried not to be rude about it but honestly with her so close and speaking a normal volume made him feel like his head was going to explode. 

"I really am sorry about what happened between you and Eridan. What caused it to come to that, if I may ask." His whisper was near her ear and was more than audible to her so it didnt matter how softly he spoke as long as Roxy could understand thats all that mattered. 

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Through thick, thin, and migraines

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A sleeping Kasmin was better than no Kasmin at all. At least, that’s what Roxy had decided when she’d finally stumbled across him after searching much of the mountain whose caves most of the planet’s inhabitants had seemed to gravitate to. She’d found him in a cave, curled up in a sleeping bag and looking dead to the world. Quite frankly, it was adorable, and if her soul didn’t ache so badly for his presence she might have just left him there and headed back home. Alas, she was a stupid, lonely human girl in desperate need of her grey-skinned palemate. With how her past week or two had gone, she was almost certain that his was no better. This hunk of junk floating in space seemed to be bringing out the worst in people lately, and Roxy was no exception. Kasmin, she hoped, hadn’t succumbed to the negative aura of the red moon while they’d been apart. Just the gentle movement of his chest, the quiet sounds of his breath, was enough to still her fast-beating heart, at least on that matter. He was alive, and that was more important than some petty teen drama, at least for the moment. Quietly, she sunk down into a sitting position next to him, her hand instinctively reaching out to run her fingers down the side of his face. “Kasmin,” she said quietly, not wanting to speak too loudly, but still hoping to catch his attention enough to pull him out of dreamland.

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Kasmin's dreams had been still and quiet, the nightmares having spared him just this once. Sleep was like a gift from the gods as he could practically feel his body healing and his mind relaxing. The touch to his face however, was a separate feeling in itself.  

His name was what pulled him out of sleep almost completely. A quiet groan started in his throat before he opened his eyes to see who it was. "Roxy?" Voice still hoarse (but getting better) he smiled a bit and closed his eyes again. "Long time no see, right?"

She must be freezing, there was no way she was comfortable sitting out there like that. Without thinking of anyone but his moirail he opened his sleeping bag for her and offered her the extra room, not caring about the few seconds of freezing he got when he did. 

"How have you been?" The mutant had been touched by the negative vibes from the moon but he refused to let them show, no one deserved to deal with an angry Kasmin, especially his warm quadrantmates. "Or should I ask where have you been? Its almost like youve been avoiding me if I didnt know better." 

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Through thick, thin, and migraines

Kasmin watched the snow fall outside his and Iibrons cave. With the other out and about looking for whatever they pleased while Kasmin nursed a migraine and a small fever. Playing mindless games on his wrist-top he sighed heavily and reached into his backpack for his first aid kit, wanting anything to take the edge off the hammer slamming into his skull every time something bigger than a handful of ice crystals hit the fresh snow. 

Barely swallowing two pills dry he coughed and gave a small shudder as he felt the pills force their way down his throat. He began to wonder where Iibron was but was thankful for the quiet for now. Turning the wrist-top away from his eyes he closed them and rested his head on his backpack, hoping to get some rest before all the noise and emotions returned. 

Emotion was probably what got him in this mess in the first place, so much at one time plus all the trauma from the event. Shuddering at the memories of it he banished the images and feelings from his already overloaded pan. 

Curling up tighter and pulling the sleeping bag around him closer, the mutant was able to keep warm even with the snow only a few yards away. Snow drifting towards him was the last thing he remembered before finally falling asleep. 

His sleep was nearly a comatose in how deep it was. Kasmin slept much longer than he had in a long time, nothing seemed to wake him, it was the best feeling in the world; being able to sleep through practically anything.  

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Dying sucks

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There was so much he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Kasmin that he he felt the same, that nothing Kasmin did could ever make him be hated. That he’d always forgive Kasmin because he too couldn’t get enough of the smaller troll’s presence. Psii couldn’t say that though. Well, he could, but it would just sound like a hollow echo of what Kasmin said. Iibron had never been good with words, that had always been Kasmin’s thing. The best Iibron could do was parrot what Kasmin said and hope it sounded different enough to be original.

"No!" he said again, not quite shouting, but speaking much louder and more emphatically than was needed. Especially in this closed off cave.

"No." he repeated, this time more gently as he realized just how  loud he’d been. "You shouldn’t be. Asking for my forgiveness is the second to last thing you should be doing right next to dying again because I wasn’t flushed for you. I was pale, and it was only until She-" his voice cut out. It didn’t matter how much time had passed or how much he loved Kasmin. Talking about the Condesce and what she’d done to him was near impossible. Plus, he wasn’t sure if Kasmin had learned the whole truth or if ‘you’ve been to hell and back’ meant only what had happened since coming to this planet. "Until sometime before I died. It took hundreds of sweeps, maybe even a thousand before how I felt for you was gone. And, even then, when I got here and contacted you and saw how you and Roxy were I got jealous. I wasn’t pale for you any longer and I STILL got jealous. I have a moirail of my own and part of me, STILL wants to be jealous. Or maybe wishes it was. So, don’t feel like you need my forgiveness because you were right to be scared. I didn’t feel the same way and even now…" his explanation died once again. It wasn't that he wasn’t flushed for Kasmin, he was, he just didn’t know how to explain why he’d seemingly fallen into another quadrant over the span of whatever the fuck it was the Overseer had just put them all through. "I feel like I shouldn’t be red for you. Truly, want to spend the rest of my existence not only with you but FOR you. I want to make you happy, to push myself to find new ways to make you smile. I want..need to wrap you in my arms and kiss you so deep your toes feel it. And the sex. Gods don’t even let me get started. The thought of you inside me, or me inside you or, fuck, both. To be filled with heat, or be surrounded by it. To be filled and surrounded by YOU. The wet folds of your nook, the writhing length of your bulge- shit sorry. Point is, we’ve only just met again, you’ve only just admitted to how you felt and I’m already like this. And, yeah, I always had the tendency to fall in a quadrant hard and fast, but not quite like this. Not so completely. And this is the second damn time it’s happened since I’ve come to this planet. Now I’m not asking for advice or forgiveness or for you to nod your head and say it’s okay and you understand. Save that for Roxy. Please.I guess what I’m trying to say here is I have no fucking clue what this change means, but so long as you’re in it, and in me, I’m happy."

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Flinching at the brashness of Iibrons rejection, he winced as he shifted back a bit too far and a bit too fast. He really should just lie still till the pain was all gone... Maybe he would after all of this was cleared up. 

When the goldblood began again he was shocked yet not by his words. He figured the other wouldn't want to ever do that again but Kasmin figured it was inevitable, gods he hoped he was wrong. Dying sucked. Hearing the other was never flushed for him hurt, a jab straight to the pumper but he held his words back, Psii obviously needed to get this all out and who was Kasmin to not let him talk through his emotions?

Kasmin couldnt help but flush deeply when his mates rant turned very open and intimate, he honestly wasnt prepared to hear that just yet. Though he was a bit distracted by Iibrons words he managed to listen to the rest of the monologue, soaking in as much as he could at once. He felt Iibron, he did the same when it came to quadrants and it sucked, pretty much everything did. The moment Iibrons mouth closed when he was done Kasmin took his chance and kissed his mate.

Holding onto the feeling it gave him to do so he only pulled back enough to murmur his response.

"Iibron, youre such an idiot, I love it." Smiling warmly at the other he managed to loop his arms around his goldblood's neck before pecking his lips again. "While I must agree, sex will be great it'll have to wait. We have some emotional and physical things to heal first. I love you so much and there's nothing I rather do than help you and your stupid problems 'cause we both fell too hard and too fast for our own good." 

As he spoke, the mutant looked up at Iibron, his eyes were brightening with a playful demeanor and a small laugh bubbled up in his chest. "We're both a mess and thats alright, its alright cause we can clean each other up." 

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Dying sucks

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For what felt like forever Iibron sobbed onto Kasmin. He had wanted to be the strong one, the one to hold Kasmin up as he healed but his tears had derailed that plan. Of course they had, he was weak after all. He always had been; right from the day he’d met Kasmin. He was a fool and a coward and didn’t deserve Kasmin in any quadrant. He didn’t deserve his love or forgiveness. He was going to take it though, he was going to take it and run with it into eternity or for however long Kasmin let him. "I’m sorry. I’m such a fucking asshole. You’re injured and hurt and all I can do is cling to you and cry like a grub. It’s pathetic." Despite his words Iibron kept clinging to Kasmin as if his life depended on it because it felt like it did. And also because he had REALLY missed Signless. Despite everything that had happened they’d only just met again in the hours before Psii had lost his grip on reality and killed Signless. Before that they’d only spoken through Trollian. Here in the dank and dark of the cave was the first time he or Kasmin had truly been alone with one another. For a couple seconds more Iibron continued sniffling and crying, but by now his own sobs had pretty much run dry. His face however was another story entirely; it was streaked with translucent yellow tears, snot, dirt, and a few shallow wounds he’d picked up on his way here. Despite the mess his face was Iibron wiped the tears from his red and blue eyes and, finally, loosened his grip on Signless so that he wasn’t crushing his injured matesprit even worse. "I know I don’t have to say this, but I’m sorry. Not just for what happened before, but for everything. For not being able to protect you, for being an asshole to that a- Roxy, for hurting you because I hugged too hard. Just for everything. I know I’m forgiven and it’s useless to say I don’t deserve to be but still, please, I want- no need, to hear you say it. It’s selfish and dumb but I need to hear you say it. Gods I’ve missed you, it’s been so long."

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"You're not pathetic, please." He rolled his eyes through the tears as he shook his head and continued to hold Iibron. "You've been to Hell and back and its scary, you've earned the right to cry like a stupid wriggler." 

He meant it. Sure, both of them survived together till the end but Psii had been through so much more after his execution. The execution alone was enough to warrant the right to cry on him for a few hours, he expected all of them to do that really. 

When the grip around him loosened he hissed and clenched his eyes shut as blood flowed back to his extremities, causing the pain to return. Yet, there was a relief in the fact he could breathe more easily. After a moment he looked up at the other and blinked as he spoke. He almost stopped him but figured he just needed to let this all out, so he remained quiet until he was asked to verbally forgive him. 

"I-I do, I forgive you Iibron, I always have and I always will... I'd die for you again and again if I had to. Never think I'd ever not forgive you, no matter what happens. Psii, listen, you're not selfish, youre hurt, theres a huge difference and nothing wrong with it. Im hurting, youre hurting, I know many people are hurting. Nothings perfect, we can only wish and try to make it perfect but we only risk messing with it more.

"I just want you to know that nothing you do can break my forgiveness, nothing will ever surpass the amount of it I have," Kasmin's fingers brushed over Iibrons cheeks and wiped away more grime, "trust me. I love you and forgive you and miss you and cant get enough of you... I'm sorry I could never approach you about this before... I was so scared you weren't flushed for me so I kept quiet and prayed and dreamed that you would feel the same way... If anything I should be asking for your forgiveness."