Your name is Serice Picase, and you are in big trouble.
You got tricked, and by the worst possible troll. Curse your emotions taking your logic and throwing it out the window!! You thought you could have saved your friend, getting them out of the danger they had claimed to be in and give them a home with you. Somewhere you knew was safe.
Being met by the sight of your time’s Imperious Condescension and your friend’s severed head took your hopes and turned them to ash.
You wake with a start as two trolls throw open the door to the holding cell you’d been thrown in the night before. They are painfully silent as they haul you to your feet and drag you down the corridor. You kick and scream and cry and beg. They don’t stop walking.
Before long you’re thrown into a doctor’s chair. The room is painfully bright and the light hurts as you’re strapped down. One snaps a collar around your neck that steals your psii from you. You cry as the sound of an electric razor buzzes in your ears, along with the non-ending beating of your pusher.
Time walks on painfully slow as clumps of your dark hair hit the floor. Tears and shaky breaths fall with them. In an veiled attempt to comfort you one of the trolls runs their hand over your shaved head.
“Don’t you worry now, this’ll all be over soon. You’ll be able to get to work!”
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The collar leaves you weak and powerless and as many hands move your little body and strap you to a gurney and start to wheel you down the next corridor. Their silence hurts. You look at them as they move you.
some meet your gaze with looks of pity. All the others look at you passively, their gazes cold. A needle gets jabbed into your neck and you yelp. You struggle and try to move as your muscles turn to lead but you remain wide awake.
You’re helpless and terrified.
You get flipped onto your belly and their work begins. The pain leaves you screaming and begging until your voice is hoarse and broken. You black out several times, and it feels like an eternity.
You wake up finally to Her face looming close to yours. She plucks the glasses off your nose and you hear them snap in her fingers. She smiles with razor bladed teeth. There’s no warmth. It’s just cold.
You feel all the wires connect. The world around you begins to hum as the collar is taken off. Your psii is pulled from your control as you see her leave your things in the same room, right where you could reach them if you weren’t immobilized.
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♒ - Do you have any scars?
✆ - Last troll you talked to?
☼ - Have you ever been out during the day?
♠ - What do you look for in a kismesis?
♦ - What do you look for in a moirail?
♥ - What do you look for in a matesprit?
♣ - What do you look for in a mediator?
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❣ - Any crushes?
🐰 Our muses to meet on spring festival {As Kimora}
The spring festival always managed to bring the smaller goldblood from her homestead. It was a prime time to take the goods she had spent the winter crafting to the people and make a little money, or to trade! The smells and the music always excited her, and she always got lost in it all.
She smiled as she wandered the booths, before running into another troll, sending her own basket spilling out in front of her.
“Oh! I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Oh.” She said softly. her ears lowering down as she watched the other. “It’s okay, there are some things that are just hard to talk about.”
She reached out and took her things so Serice didn’t have to keep holding them up with her powers.
Serice shakes her head as if to clear something away. “I’m so sorry.” Her blush went deep gold, her ears pressing low as she gathered the various bolts of fabric into her arms. “I didn’t mean to bother you with my old hurts, miss.”
“No, no.” Kimora assured the other with a soft smile and a tilt of her head, a curl of wavy hair falling out of place.
“I was the one who asked you about it, it’s not your fault.”
A tiny smile floated to Serice’s features, as she tucked a few of the bolts of fabric back into her sylladex.
“…you are very kind. Can I offer you something?” She asked the other troll quietly, running her free hand down her skirt to smooth out some of the wrinkles and her tension along with it.
“Thank you.” She gave a slight bow, the motion more indicated with her head than body. “In a world such as the one we were hatched and raised in, I feel it takes more bravery to be kind than to be harsh. That,” A small sly smile crept its way across her lips, “and kind deeds sometimes earn you the favour in return. From some high ranking trolls.”
She covered her mouth and giggled. It hadn’t always, or even often, earned her favours from those in high positions as it was expected for a troll as low a she to be subservient. There were a few key trolls who had been impressed enough, and that’s all it took to get where she was now.
“Welll- If you aren’t busy, perhaps company strolling around?”
🐰 Our muses to meet on spring festival {As Kimora}
The spring festival always managed to bring the smaller goldblood from her homestead. It was a prime time to take the goods she had spent the winter crafting to the people and make a little money, or to trade! The smells and the music always excited her, and she always got lost in it all.
She smiled as she wandered the booths, before running into another troll, sending her own basket spilling out in front of her.
“Oh! I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Oh.” She said softly. her ears lowering down as she watched the other. “It’s okay, there are some things that are just hard to talk about.”
She reached out and took her things so Serice didn’t have to keep holding them up with her powers.
Serice shakes her head as if to clear something away. “I’m so sorry.” Her blush went deep gold, her ears pressing low as she gathered the various bolts of fabric into her arms. “I didn’t mean to bother you with my old hurts, miss.”
“No, no.” Kimora assured the other with a soft smile and a tilt of her head, a curl of wavy hair falling out of place.
“I was the one who asked you about it, it’s not your fault.”
A tiny smile floated to Serice's features, as she tucked a few of the bolts of fabric back into her sylladex.
"...you are very kind. Can I offer you something?" She asked the other troll quietly, running her free hand down her skirt to smooth out some of the wrinkles and her tension along with it.
🐰 Our muses to meet on spring festival {As Kimora}
The spring festival always managed to bring the smaller goldblood from her homestead. It was a prime time to take the goods she had spent the winter crafting to the people and make a little money, or to trade! The smells and the music always excited her, and she always got lost in it all.
She smiled as she wandered the booths, before running into another troll, sending her own basket spilling out in front of her.
“Oh! I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Oh.” She said softly. her ears lowering down as she watched the other. “It’s okay, there are some things that are just hard to talk about.”
She reached out and took her things so Serice didn’t have to keep holding them up with her powers.
Serice shakes her head as if to clear something away. “I’m so sorry.” Her blush went deep gold, her ears pressing low as she gathered the various bolts of fabric into her arms. “I didn’t mean to bother you with my old hurts, miss.”
🐰 Our muses to meet on spring festival {As Kimora}
The spring festival always managed to bring the smaller goldblood from her homestead. It was a prime time to take the goods she had spent the winter crafting to the people and make a little money, or to trade! The smells and the music always excited her, and she always got lost in it all.
She smiled as she wandered the booths, before running into another troll, sending her own basket spilling out in front of her.
“Oh! I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“I do hope so too, but it seems to flux right now. But I’ll accept it as long as he doesn’t fall back to how he was before.” She said with a soft hum and sway, long rounded ears twitching for a moment.
There was something off, a waver in the air she could feel but what it was exactly she couldn’t tell.
“Thank you.” She smiled with sincerity, her ears flicking once more.
There it was again.
“Did you work for someone too?” She asked, tiptoeing around a subject she was picking up to be something touchy for the other, she could feel it in her pusher.
“...No, not exactly. It’s rather difficult to explain...” Serice’s voice faltered, as did the hum of her psiionics. “I’m sorry, I can’t find the words at the moment.”
Her psiionics nearly dropped the bundles of fabric before she could regain her focus and catch them. A tiny gold flush spread across her cheeks as she looked at the other troll standing in front of her.
🐰 Our muses to meet on spring festival {As Kimora}
The spring festival always managed to bring the smaller goldblood from her homestead. It was a prime time to take the goods she had spent the winter crafting to the people and make a little money, or to trade! The smells and the music always excited her, and she always got lost in it all.
She smiled as she wandered the booths, before running into another troll, sending her own basket spilling out in front of her.
“Oh! I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“I do hope so too, but it seems to flux right now. But I’ll accept it as long as he doesn’t fall back to how he was before.” She said with a soft hum and sway, long rounded ears twitching for a moment.
There was something off, a waver in the air she could feel but what it was exactly she couldn’t tell.
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Yearly checkups aren’t really your preferred method of killing an afternoon, but once again here you are. Bloodwork is good, reflexes okay, eyesight good, yada yada yada…
Tek is fine, though she’s burping up silk. The pediatrician assures you that it’s all normal, of course, just getting herself ready to spin a cocoon. Still, it’s distressing to hear those noises.
Right now the two of you are trying to get into daytime TV in the waiting room while you wait for the next battery of tests, or whatever else they want to do.
“I can always use another pair of hands, especially when it comes time to harvest and process. And you’re welcome to take home a share in return. I have some smaller beasts too, mostly for milk and wool, so she could learn about those too.”
She giggled happily at the sight of the grub squirming in the blanket. “What a darling.” she cooed, reaching a hand into the blanket to pet the little grub, giving her gentle scritches.
“Sounds good to me. I’m also something of a carpenter, so I can do a little woodwork, too. I think it’ll be a fun day’s work.”
Tek takes the opportunity to nibble on Serice’s fingers, giggling from under the covers.
Yearly checkups aren’t really your preferred method of killing an afternoon, but once again here you are. Bloodwork is good, reflexes okay, eyesight good, yada yada yada…
Tek is fine, though she’s burping up silk. The pediatrician assures you that it’s all normal, of course, just getting herself ready to spin a cocoon. Still, it’s distressing to hear those noises.
Right now the two of you are trying to get into daytime TV in the waiting room while you wait for the next battery of tests, or whatever else they want to do.
“Well, it’s more two things. The first is this.” Serice opener her sylladex and let a soft looking blanket, colored a pretty light blue, land on her lap. “Made and dyed the fibers myself.” she passed it to Sam so he could take a closer look.
“And the second is an opportunity, for you and for her! I raise and grow the majority of my own food, so I think it could be a fun way for her to learn some about the things she likes to eat.” She’s smiling warmly and a happy gold flush has crossed her cheeks as she’s started to talk and her purr is still rumbling strong, putting a sort of buzz in her voice.
Your daughter coos as she immediately crawls into the blanket and between the folded layers, rolling around and hearing the snap and crackle of static electricity build up. She loves that.
“I think that sounds like a great idea. I do a bit of hunting and fishing, but I don’t have much in the way of a garden. It’d be good to get some fresh stuff for the table. And I’d be happy to help you out if you need it.”
“I can always use another pair of hands, especially when it comes time to harvest and process. And you’re welcome to take home a share in return. I have some smaller beasts too, mostly for milk and wool, so she could learn about those too.”
She giggled happily at the sight of the grub squirming in the blanket. “What a darling.” she cooed, reaching a hand into the blanket to pet the little grub, giving her gentle scritches.
Yearly checkups aren’t really your preferred method of killing an afternoon, but once again here you are. Bloodwork is good, reflexes okay, eyesight good, yada yada yada…
Tek is fine, though she’s burping up silk. The pediatrician assures you that it’s all normal, of course, just getting herself ready to spin a cocoon. Still, it’s distressing to hear those noises.
Right now the two of you are trying to get into daytime TV in the waiting room while you wait for the next battery of tests, or whatever else they want to do.
“I wish you and her the very best of luck. School is a good thing to encourage for her. And, I want to offer her something, if that’s ok with you.” There’s a soft purr underlying her tone and the faintest of buzzes as she cuddles the grub.
The tension she’d been carrying before was finally starting to fade as she held Tek. There was a smile slowly warming on her face as she sank a little further into her pillows.
“Oh? And what might that be?”
You’re curious, but not about to accept anything sight unseen. Serice seems nice enough but you can never be sure things aren’t what they seem. Paranoid? Probably. But you’ve been bitten hard in the past.
“Well, it’s more two things. The first is this.” Serice opener her sylladex and let a soft looking blanket, colored a pretty light blue, land on her lap. “Made and dyed the fibers myself.” she passed it to Sam so he could take a closer look.
“And the second is an opportunity, for you and for her! I raise and grow the majority of my own food, so I think it could be a fun way for her to learn some about the things she likes to eat.” She’s smiling warmly and a happy gold flush has crossed her cheeks as she’s started to talk and her purr is still rumbling strong, putting a sort of buzz in her voice.
Yearly checkups aren’t really your preferred method of killing an afternoon, but once again here you are. Bloodwork is good, reflexes okay, eyesight good, yada yada yada…
Tek is fine, though she’s burping up silk. The pediatrician assures you that it’s all normal, of course, just getting herself ready to spin a cocoon. Still, it’s distressing to hear those noises.
Right now the two of you are trying to get into daytime TV in the waiting room while you wait for the next battery of tests, or whatever else they want to do.
“I wish you and her the very best of luck. School is a good thing to encourage for her. And, I want to offer her something, if that’s ok with you.” There’s a soft purr underlying her tone and the faintest of buzzes as she cuddles the grub.
The tension she’d been carrying before was finally starting to fade as she held Tek. There was a smile slowly warming on her face as she sank a little further into her pillows.
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