#fantroll closed

[kasenova]

When it comes to your “hobby”, you certainly had better days.

Sliding your visor off of your face, you let it rest above your forehead. The heads-up display was starting to give you a headache, although that feeling may just have been from the blow to the head you took from that brute of a troll earlier. You were naturally able to wear him down, but not before you took a few solid hits. Your uniform was torn in several places from the scuffle, but the bodysuit beneath was practically untouched, having shielded you from the worst of his attacks. You still felt the pain from where he attacked you, and you didn’t have to look to know that he left bruises. And you hadn’t even bothered to notice that your nose was bleeding.

You were pretty ready to go home for the night, but the mountain up to your hive was always a long hike, and although you were definitely used to it by now, your injuries stopped to make you reconsider. Staring up at your mountain, you decided to head elsewhere to recuperate, and made your way toward the forest.

You hustled through the woods, not going as fast as you could since it still hurt in some places. Still, it didn’t take you long to happen upon your mate’s cottage. You’d only been there a handful of times, but you were glad that you could remember how to get there. Making your way around the fence, you gave the door a couple knocks.

“Anyone home?”, you called out.

[kasenova]

> You made it to Mouton’s hive just a few minutes before the agreed upon time. You were really excited about tonight, since it wasn’t much of a date tonight. It was, but the two of you wouldn’t be going out anywhere, as you thought it might be nice just to stay inside and relax with each other. You initially thought about inviting her over to your hive, but you remembered just how much she hated stormy weather, specifically thunder, and the rain around your hive was starting to pick up for a thunderstorm.

> Making your way up to her door, you gave it a couple of knocks to announce your presence. Since it was the summer, your outfit was very light, wearing only a short sleeve button-down and a skirt. You gently rocked back and forth on the heels of your shoes as you waited at the door.

[kasenova]

The Meeting (Closed RP)

It was the dead of night as you sat outside a small tea shop in the city, with a table reserved for two. The moons hung overhead as you kept an eye open for your new acquaintance, a troll you had met over the net. The two of you had been talking for only a short while, speaking to each other under aliases, when one of you came up with the idea of meeting in person. A risky move to be sure, but that’s why you kept your blade at your side.

You crossed your legs under the table as you enjoyed the aroma of your freshly-brewed tea. If by some chance you were nervous about this meeting, the tea would have done an excellent job to calm your nerves. But as it was, you were perfectly composed, as usual. It doesn’t take long for something to catch your eye, however; a menacing-looking rustblood with a metal chain adorning her neck. An all too familiar sight for you, though her face is unfamiliar. Taking a guess, you calmly wave your hand at her and speak, “We finally meet...”

[kasenova]

> You perused through the library, hoping to find information on a particular subject you had recently become invested in; specifically, architecture. Your hive needed expanding for an experiment you were hoping to conduct in the near future, as you lacked the space to house such a project. The books you had searched through this evening didn't provide what you were looking for, but there had to be something here. > After what felt like hours skimming through volumes of architectural information, you were about ready to take a break and get something to eat. Leaving the cramped corridors of bookshelves, you passed by a number of rows of tables, each with a stack of assorted books on them, each varying in height. You were about to head toward the exit when your eyes fell upon a stack of blue schematic papers, drooping slightly off the edge of one of the desks. Curiously, you approach the drawings to get a better look at them. They were some kind of building plans, which was obvious after a moment's glance. None of these were exactly what you were looking for, but their unique shapes and designs intrigued you. Your curiousity was, once again, rudely interrupted by glaring blue text that manifested in the corner of your eye. //:THESE DESIGNS ARE INSUFFICIENT. RESUME SEARCH IMMEDIATELY. > You promptly ignore the angry blue words and investigate the schematics further. Even if they weren't what you were looking for, these designs and techniques may prove useful to you later on. As your hand reaches out to look at another blueprint, you fail to notice the unfamiliar hand in its way, bumping into it. It doesn't register for you until about a second later, but you soon realize someone was next to you. ...oʜ.

[kasenova]

Reunion

> Tonight was a slow night, but then again, it always was. You sat at your desk, working on a new outfit for yourself. For a couple weeks now, you’ve stopped considering this to be an actual job, and you rarely turn on you “Open” sign anymore, simply because very few trolls actually bother to shop here. The only reason you’re still here is because no one has purchased it from you yet. Until someone comes along to buy it from you, it at least serves as a suitable hive-away-from-hive, and a decent workshop for making new outfits for you and your friends.

> It’s lightly drizzling outside, and you can hear the faint taps of rain clinking against your store’s window. Your attention turns to the weather outside. You think you remember hearing on the radio that it’s going to get worse as the night progresses. Which is fine for you, you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon. As you turn your attention back to your outfit, you hear the front door open, with the chime ringing to let you know someone was there. You call out to them, not really taking your eyes off your work.

“Welcome!! Is there something I can do for you?”

[kasenova]

> You're all dressed up for your date! You left your wings and tail back home, wearing a fairly simple dress that you've had in your wardrobe for a while. You knock on Mouton's door, excited for your night out.

✖ mouton~! are you ready to go~? ✖

[kasenova]

Mouton/Kogalm Closed RP

Despite the long trek, you finally made it to Mouton's hive. You were as eager to see where your friend lived as you were to get out of the cold. You thought you had bundled up enough for the trip, but you didn't expect tonight to be this cold. Besides some essentials, all you had with you were some baking ingredients. The two of you talked out the basics over the phone, but you and Mouton had decided to get together tonight to spend some time together and cook together. Ultimately the two of you had decided to meet up at her hive, since she had already visited your hive, plus you were worried she might get stuck out in the freezing rain outside your hive. Your lips curled up into a smile as you waltzed up to her front door and gave it a few knocks. You used the time waiting for her to answer the door to straighten out your skirt and brush your hair back behind your ear. You felt yourself rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet. You were really excited about tonight.

[kasenova]

Another slow night in the library. You were trying to keep everything nice and organized, making sure the books were all in their proper places... which, of course, was not a difficult job for you, seeing as how you were lucky to even have one visitor stop by your hive, and even then, half of the time they never even bothered to read anything. You hadn't even spoken to anyone in person in almost a week, not even to your moirail. You suppose everyone was getting ready for the holidays. You already had some decorations up, most of which your lusus helped you with, especially in the places where you couldn't reach.

As you put the last book up on the shelf and decided to get ready to call it a night, you heard your front doors open. You were surprised anyone would be coming here this close to daytime, even if the storm clouds outside made it nighttime almost all the time. You gently stepped down from your ladder and tiptoed over to the front door to see a troll, soaking wet from the downpour outside, looking rather lost.

"Hello!" you cry out to your new guest, "How are you this evening?"