#as dallan

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Dallan found his steps quickening as he paced the familiar path to Kronno's hive that afternoon. He had so much he wanted to tell her, and there was so much he wanted to hear from her, and… and it had just been far too long since he'd gotten to hug her and listen to the sound of her voice. Honestly, he didn't care if he didn't get to say a word all night. As long as she was there it would be wonderful.

The hidden door lay where it had always been. Dallan had trained his eye to spot the entrance with ease, almost to the point where he forgot it was hidden. Three steps from the door, he stopped in his tracks, now realizing that he probably should have brought some sort of gift. Ugh, so dumb...

"Didn't even bring any chocolates…" he muttered as he stepped up to the door. Firmly he knocked three times and took a deep breath. The moments between knocking and actually getting to see her were always full of such amazing anticipation.

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Dallan gripped the little box tightly in his hand as he made his way to Kronno's hive. He hadn't told her he was coming by– he'd made her a set of new grip padding for her guns, since she'd mentioned offhand in a conversation that they were getting uncomfortable, and he was hoping to surprise her with them. As he walked toward the well-hidden door, he laughed to himself at how regular this was becoming. A few months ago he would have no idea where to look for the concealed entrance, but now? Now he knew right where it was, and as he knocked on the door he contentedly thought to himself:

This is kinda nice! No unexpected shocks or anything. Nope...

[dorksfromalternia-blog]

--<= a quick question

--<= does anyone maybe have an interest in purchasing some rather creative weapons or gadgets?

--<= ive made some new stuff that i think is kinda interesting

--<= anyone curious?

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--<= so apparently/ there are imperial drones out and about now?

--<= this...

--<= this is gonna get really awkward isn/t it...

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You'd told Kronno you were going to "get up early" and do some work. Well... as it turns out, you never even went to coon. You'd stayed up most of the night, your head a mix of emotions. It had been weeks since you'd gone to your workshop and just spent hours creating, so new ideas were invading your think pan left and right. And of course, you'd get the chance to work with your matesprit again! 

(By the way, you'd been dropping the phrase "my matesprit" in conversation ever since the two of you had made it official, and your lusus was starting to get wary of it. All the more reason to do it!)

It wasn't just excitement that kept you up, though. Every joyous thought you had, every happy anticipation, every moment of calmness was interrupted by a strange paranoia. You saw Ertain in the shadow of every tree, felt the fires of the wreckage still. And what if someone else had survived? He'd said the whole team wanted to kill you! What if someone was out there?

And what about Kronno? The thought of someone hurting her almost made you shake. And she was so strong, so resilient and resolved to handle it... it was things like that about her that just made you even more flushed for her. And it was things like that that made you want to make sure no one could hurt her.

Your mind now on her, you switch on the husktop in your workshop, kick the recently-consumed cans of energy drink into your salvage pile, and read over the descriptions you'd written out. Three weapons lay on the desk in front of you, each made with a different purpose in mind. Taking a deep breath you captchalogue each one, then turn your attention over to your husktop. You click on a familiar tag and begin to type.

- - -

< tinkererRising began trolling cinnabarComatose >

TR: --<= hey there

TR: --<= i hope you had a good sleep!

TR: --<= still coming over today?

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Short letters from my trolls to you

TR: --<= hey/ everyone.

TR: --<= uhh

TR: --<= i/m sorry for being how i/ve been lately.

TR: --<= i guess i just can/t snap out of this.

TR: --<= i just really understand now what my lusus has been trying to tell me all this time.

TR: --<= you just never know who wants to kill you or hurt you

TR: --<= i just

TR: --<= want to be careful/ i guess

TR: --<= i/m sorry if i/m hard to talk to or mean or whatever

TR: --<= i just

TR: --<= i don/t wanna die...

- - -

SS: {[ Hello everyone I hope youre having a great night ]

SS: {[ Im writing to say thank you ]

SS: {[ Ive felt a bit isolated over the past few sweeps ]

SS: {[ I know my hobbies arent really shared by many of you and I understand if they put you off]

SS: {[ But well ]

SS: {[ In these few days Ive felt more accepted and wanted than Ive ever felt in my life ]

SS: {[ I know a lot of you may still see me as a creep of a flesh eating witch or whatever else people called me ]

SS: {[ But some of you are my friends now ]

SS: {[ Some of you truly seem to care about me now ]

SS: {[ And Ill always be thankful for you ]

- - -

i really__ DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY TO __you all.

the level__ OF UNSPEAKABLE BEHAVIOR THAT IS TOLERATED HERE IS SHAMEFUL TO ALL __of us.

so many__ PEOPLE DO NOT SEEM TO BE AWARE OF THE WAY THINGS ARE ON __this planet.

however, i__ DO TRULY APPRECIATE SOME OF THE LOWBLOODS I'VE __met here.

they know__ THEIR PLACE, AND THEY SERVE WELL. THEY ARE TRULY EXEMPLARY, AND ARE TO BE TREATED __with honor.

__BUT FOR THE OTHERS…__

i have__ DIFFERENT TREATMENT IN MIND __for you.

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CC: hey dal CC: how are you and shit

TR: --<= i/ve been okay/ i guess.

TR: --<= i/ve really missed you!

TR: --<= have you been ok?

[dorksfromalternia-blog]

--<= oh/ hi.

--<= who are you?