#deviex rp

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Fantroll Judgment

These are still popular, right? Reblog and Deviex will briefly snap from his haze to make a hasty assumption based entirely on appearance

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“I…I am not a subjugulator…” - Lucent to Deviex

<---- Oh. Well. Egg on my face then, eh? ---->

<---- Er... What am - supposed to do when th-s... Ol-ve O-l? Ol-ve branch? - don't want to g-ve you my ol-ve branches, but -'ll turn down the polka. ---->

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<---- - really don't understand why people are so sk-tt-sh about go-ng under the kn-fe. ---->

<---- Spec-f-cally my kn-fe. Psh. - see people go-ng to -d-ots w-th scars over the-r faces -nstead! -f you can't trust your organ dev-scerator to f-x h-s own blem-shes, why even bother? ---->

<---- Also: What's a popular hangout for trolls these n-ghts? Preferably trolls who have few qualms about quest-onable offers of sc-ent-f-c study. ---->

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So now there's just a random handful of nerfed psionics who might die in a few sweeps wandering around?

<--- We're all go-ng to d-e eventually.... stup-d statement... --->

<--- And no, of course not. -'ve got them locked up somewhere -n the back, keep-ng an eye on them for s-de effects. --->

<--- -f all -s well, ah... What was the plan? R-ght, r-ght. S-x per-gees -s the release date. That g-ves me one per-gee to warn m-ster loud vo-ce -f he's go-ng to d-e. --->

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Oh. ... Did anyone you er, practiced on survive?

<--- Obv-ously. A surgery fa-ls -f the pat-ent d-es. --->

<--- Now, - cannot be held respons-ble -f they go off and d-e at an earl-er than expected age. --->

<--- L-ke, say, a few per-gees from now. From a bra-n aneurysm. -f - f-nd any -'ll pop them r-ght out, but you know how bra-ns are, always w-th the collaps-ng for no reason... --->

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Deviex, how confident are you about Cacoph's surgery? I don't suppose you've been able to practice the procedure

<--- E-ghty to n-nety. That conf-dent. --->

<--- Of course -'ve had plenty of pract-ce! What sort of quack doesn't do a b-t of v-v-sect-on to prepare for bra-n matter surgery? --->

<--- - even got the.... the mach-ne warmed up. The one that does prec-s-on, m-nute cutt-ng. W-th lasers. - th-nk. --->

<--- The po-nt be-ng, - won't need to jam my hand -n there. My f-ngers, - found, would often get -n the way. --->

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Deviex, do you think you'll ever see Tantor again?

"<---- Tantor? Oh, r-ght. R-ght. Well, most people who get away from me tend to 'run scream-ng -n the oppos-te d-rect-on' should they spot me -n the street. ---->"

"<---- So... No. What a waste. How can someone be so greedy w-th just a b-t of blood? -t's not l-ke - was go-ng to k-ll them -ver -t. ---->"

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You wish you had a good reason to be lost in the city tonight. You were pretty sure you came here for good reason. Everything you did had a good reason, else you wouldn’t do it.

The current issue being that you’ve forgotten the reason you even visited this city. Plus, you know, being lost. Your head also kind of hurts, and as usual the thing, you know, that thing, is acting up. You cough several times into your faceplate and fruitlessly wipe at it from the outside.

In a general haze and overall fugue state, you wander the streets, terrifying a number of trolls and amusing several others, until you blindly walk right into some other troll on their nightly stroll - or whatever it is that they were doing, you don’t care.

“<---- Gack! ---->“

With an unintelligible gurgle, you trip and stumble, arms pinwheeling wildly until you catch yourself on a lamp post seconds before you slam into the ground. Your dignity not at all preserved, you survey the troll who interrupted your journey in the unknown.

“ <---- You there! You... Troll! Where am -? Who are you? What's go-ng on? What's the average amount of blood necessary to susta-n an unleaden greenblood through f-ve days of exsangu-nat-on w-thout exp-rat-on? ---->” You demand immediately of the other party. It’s quiz time, and professor Deviex is a harsh grader.