#daginy rps

[ladytrollfishes]

Fleurs: Infection

@glowtrolls

Libraries are an excellent place to pick up a few things- even books aside. They’re built to hold and store information for public use, and sometimes that means the public uses it to store their own information. 

You have a card for the Leitner Library, and a few books you have on reserve. The library itself has a few staff you’re “friends” with, who will make sure your books have what you need in it.

It’s a simple pick up, really. But it’s a simple pick up in range of Fleur’s new hive. And the library itself is really beautiful. It’s old architecture, with spiraling staircases, old columns, and carved reliefs along the walls. That was besides the fact it had a really large selection and, it wouldn’t be much trouble to invite him along.  So you do. 

“H-have you been here before?” you ask, gesturing to the building, and stuffing your hands into your pockets. It’s much easier to just try and hang out with him now that you’ve put all that relationship stuff to the side. Just trying to be friends is tricky enough. 

[ladytrollfishes]

Daginy: Have a Freakin’ encounter.

@glowtrolls

Getting from point A to point B was getting kind of difficult, with all the extra scrutiny. You’ve had to call in a favor or two to squeak past one obstacle or another, and sometimes you need to stop and regroup just to make sure you all have what you need.

Sandwich ingredients were cheap enough, good on the go, and you’ve eaten nothing but for a few days.

You’ve dressed up jade- chances are no psi checkers are coming for you at this point but you can never be too careful.

With the frequent moves though, you can’t keep up the whole of your disguise. You need to wash the wig you’ve got and you haven’t kept up with gluing on the horn caps without a real place to sit down and rest. You have to hope it’s good enough. You’ve been seeing fewer and fewer of those posters anyway, since Lyrian quit the force. Who knew what she was doing now.

Either way, your face is still out there.

You reach up to grab a bag of pita bread- cheaper and more portable than a loaf- when you spot a familiar face. Sort of familiar. As familiar as it can be when you only saw a picture of a psi model of it.

Matcha. She’s looking at you.

You force yourself to pass your gaze over her like any other passerby and turn away from her and step around the corner and try not to panic.

[ladytrollfishes]

Daginy: Find A Pair of Wings

@thottrolls

A hand shoots out of the crowd and grabs you by the collar as you’re hauled up by the front of your jacket.  The rest of the bouncer emerges through the crowd as your feet leave the ground. You feel the little weight on your shoulder, your lusus, slide backwards and grab your collar forward to make sure she doesn’t fall. 

“Hey!” you exclaim, kicking wildly. “Lemme go!” 

“Bar’s nine and-” you land a hit”-ow shit!” He doesn’t drop you though, just gives you an extra shake. “I don’t know how you got in here but now? You’re leaving.”

“I wasn’t going to buy anything!” you yell as he wades through the crowd to the door. The crowd parts for him- even though it’s loud as heck, it’s pretty obvious what’s going on. He gives you an unamused look as you get to the door. “I didn’t even try to buy anything! There’s no reason for this!” 

He tosses you out on the sidewalk, and you land hard on your butt. 

“Don’t try it again, kid,” the bouncer says. “Next time you’ll be lucky if it’s just a bruise.” The door slams shut behind you as he disappears back into the bar. 

“Ow,” you grumble to yourself as you pick yourself up off the ground, rubbing the grime off your pants. “You ‘kay there, ma?” You pull your lusus off your neck, to make sure her little white lizard hide didn’t show any injuries before plopping her back into your oversized collar. 

What were you going to do now? You weren’t going there for alcohol- you’ve seen too many big players come in and out of there not to be curious about what goes on in there. 

[ladytrollfishes]

Daginy: Be the Third Wheel

You said you’d come along, and so here you are, dressed for sneaking and hiding. Vigilante work wasn’t quite your schtick, to be perfectly honest, but you’ve known Herlyn to do it before. That’s how you met her, really.

It’s not a terrible surprise for Mysmus either, given what you know about his “extracurricular activities”, but they had both assured you that they hadn’t killed anyone and weren’t intending to.

You had argued the point for awhile- that this was dangerous- but they’d do it with you or without you, so you’re coming.

If something went wrong, you’d be sitting back hive waiting for them to never come home. You can’t risk that.

And so you suited up. You can cover a retreat or sound the alarm. Herlyn grins down at you and gives you a thumbs up.

“You ready to go?” She asks, and you give her a nod. It’s not the first time you’ve prawled a city looking for trouble- just the first time in almost half a sweep.

She nods at Mysmus and walks out the door.

[ladytrollfishes]

Magpies: Stage a Kitnapping

@anontrolls

You’re.. better. You’ve been better. You’re still healing. You’re getting more used to getting around with one eye, your fingers are out of their casts.

You can move without being in pain, but you still shouldn’t exert yourself. You’re even mostly back to normal online. Chatter, lies, manipulation, the bread and butter of your work comes easy from your fingers.

Less so in person.

Still, you’re unbearably paranoid. You can’t bring yourself to go anywhere by yourself. When someone brushes up against you, you get the lightning fast paralysis that whispers to you to stay still, stay quiet, or it’ll be worse, even if the other person has already moved on. Unless it’s one of your people, it’s a struggle to look anyone in the eye or speak without a stutter.

You sit with Herlyn at the bus station, waiting for the others. It’s time to leave town again. You’ve been changing up how you travel, changing up who goes with who, and when. You’re a pretty big group, and sometimes, you want to be inconspicuous.

Well. Not sometimes. All of the time. Even though nothing has happened, you have the pervasive sense of a blade, hanging above your necks, waiting for you to make a single mistake.

And then you’d really be done for. You’re just sorry you dragged every one else into this. They’ve all made it clear that this was their choice, and that it’s not your fault, but you know Ferra’s resentful, though you’re really not sure what you’re supposed to do about it.

Herlyn kicks her feet, bored. Waiting was never a strong suit of hers, and you’re not exactly the best conversation partner at the moment.

“Hang on,” she says. “I’m just gonna grab some gum.”

There’s a set of vending machines around the corner. You hesitate, then nod. She won’t be far off, and the street is just about deserted anyway, only a person or two around.

She gets to her feet and shoots you a grin before heading off.

[ladytrollfishes]

Daginy: Interrogate.

@skegulium

You have... a lot riding on your shoulders on this. You told Sipara and Orivar that you could get Tomois to do what you need him to do, without having to resort to mind control and torture. If you fail now, you’ll have broken your promise to Vadaya, to keep him from being hurt. 

You take a deep breath, square your shoulders, then push open the door with your should and walk into the room where they’re keeping him, a hot cup of a tea in each hand. 

You know there are people watching you- Herlyn and Mysmus agreed to stay outside the two way mirror and watch. They’d make sure nothing went wrong, and you’d stay safe. You’re the enemy here, but you’ve got to convince this guy you can be trusted. 

“Hi,” you begin, looking him in the eye. The singular eye. You’ve got exactly one pair between the two of you, you guess. “I’m uh, I’m Anchor. You want some tea?” 

You slide a cup over the table to him and sit, trying not to feel too intimidated. He’s very tall. And highblooded. Even if he was Mr. Peanut Butter and Jelly man. You take a sip from your own mug, cupping it in both hands, and you wait. 

[ladytrollfishes]

Daginy: Run Some Errands

@refiningspacetime

It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve been out on your own. It couldn’t be helped really- after Ferra and Izinal left, you needed to step up. It wasn’t enough for you to stay back and keep an eye on Izinal and wait for the others to get back, you needed to be a little more independent to get by. 

You know, in your pan, that you’ve pretty much recovered from your stint with Aubade. You still get dull aches in your old but you’re not even certain they’re not just in your head. Your fingers ache now, where they were broken. With the sky brewing as it is, you think it’ll rain soon. 

Your capabilities now aren’t all that different than they were when you were alone before. You practiced with your psi while you were recovering, and when you were better you worked into getting back into workable shape. 

You know this. 

You know this, but somehow you can’t quite convince yourself things will work out. 

It’s an anxiety you’re familiar with, even before... from before. A fear of the unknown and the fear of failure- you just usually had to deal with it before trying to pull off a difficult job, not just to pick up some tech. Some rational part of your pan demands to know how exactly something so simple could go so ridiculously wrong that you couldn’t handle it- and the part of your pan that’s constantly on the look out for threat, the bits that are always on high alert, the part people would call paranoid, thinks about ambushes arranged by your dealer, a slip from any of you from before coming back to bite you in the ass, more passerby accidentally recognizing you,security systems that might pick up a trace and set an alert, getting followed and trapped- hell, you may just get mugged in an alley without any back up-

You halt that train of thought. 

Okay. So you are paranoid, and it gets out of hand sometimes, but paranoia has saved you before so you’ll stand by it. 

You’ve come up with a different alias you’ve never used before, stuck on horncaps so your nubs are a little more standard, found a wig that turns your short crop of hair into a long pony tail- you’re wearing olive rather than your usual anonymous grey. You haven’t worn the grey since Meukit found you. 

It caught you glances and stares, and sometimes jerks with nothing better to do hassling you, but you liked being grey. It was what you were used to. It was an ideology and a tribute and an identity all in one. You had insisted on the anonymity even when you were all on the run because- well. Your posters listed you as brown. And you liked grey and you’d been grasping at anything that felt normal. It’s not something you can afford anymore. 

You’ve switched everything up from your old routines, using a smuggler you’ve never made contact with before. Georgios had arranged to meet you at an abandoned storefront at the edge of town. You’ve heard he’s got a decent reputation, but you can’t help but worry about the unknown quantity he presents. 

The sky rumbles as you hurry. If things go well, you’ll be in and out and you’ll be back before the rain falls. The lock on the shop is long broken, and the contents looted. You check to make sure that no one is watching you from the street as you step in, your silent foot falls raising small clouds of dust.  You move carefully, quietly to the back, where no one can see you from the storefront, and disappear into invisibility. Did you get here first?

[ladytrollfishes]

@rebatrolls

You rub your hands together nervously, as you trot over to Vadaya’s room. He was already worked up at the news that one of his batterymates had found her way to the base, but now there was another one? You’re not entirely sure how he’s going to react. 

You don’t want to bring Herlyn or Mysmus either- you don’t want him to feel like you need back up for what you’re telling him. You might. You don’t know him all that well, really. The time you spend with him isn’t much more than him walking through the motions and casually refusing to say much of anything at all. Besides, you need Herlyn and Mysmus down with everyone else, making sure no one makes a move on the new imperials while you tell Vadaya what’s going on. 

You knock on his door. 

“Vadaya?” you say. “It’s me. I-I have some more news.” 

You bobble on your heels as you wait for him to open the door, picking at the edges of your sleeves.