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The Fight

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“C’mon, man, you’re gonna drag me ‘n HBM all the way out here and not even tell me what it’s about?” 

“I already told you, er...”

“Cabryn.” 

“Right, right, well, as I said, there’s one more coming and I don’t like repeating myself, so-” 

“Well, I don’t like waiting! So-”

“Well, then, we’re both lucky, here he is now. Hello, yes! You’re Mr. Verzei, right?”

> Krisof waves cheerfully at the other two as he shouts back.

“Krisof, please! I’ll feel old if you keep calling me that!” 

> Behind him, Bisondad seems agitated, constantly sniffing the air. 

“....Hey, is your lusus alright, there? He’s kinda making me nervous.”

“To be honest, I’m...not sure. He’s been acting strange for a few hours, now, but I can’t pinpoint why...”

> MEANWHILE...

“...? What’s up, you hear something?” 

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Aerven ==> Tell a story.

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“Bloody hell, I knew the city would be big, but can it really be so hard to track down one troll?! You’d think it’d be harder for no one to have seen her with so many people always nearby, and yet we’ve not found a sole who’s seen her...”

Aerven paces angrily in the hotel room he’s been sharing with Krisof and Danaus, the other two watching with varying levels of amusement. 

“Keep pacing, sweet swan,” Danaus replies, “Maybe she’s hiding in the trench you’re wearing into the floor.” 

As Aerven shoots an affection-laden glare at his compatible, Krisof stifles a giggle, but winces, his hand moving towards his broken horn. Aerven and Danaus both look at him with concern. 

“Are you alright, Krisof?” 

“Ah, fine, fine!” he says, holding up a reassuring hand. “Horn’s been acting up a bit today, is all. I suppose it hasn’t been all that long since I broke it, so perhaps it’s not too surprising it still twinges now and then.” 

“Really?” Danaus says. “I’d assumed it was an old wound, but -” 

Aerven interrupts with an angry snort. “Oh, it was recent enough, thanks to that blasted little forest -”

“Aerven,” Krisof says sternly, “We’ve talked about this. I bear her no ill will, and that fight left her far worse off than I. It was more my fault than hers, anyway.” 

Aerven snorts again, but doesn’t respond this time. For a moment, there’s a tense silence, and then Danaus speaks up. 

“...What fight? What...what happened?” 

Krisof and Aerven look at each other, and then Aerven sighs and runs a hand through his hair, taking a seat on one of the beds. 

“Well, as you know, Danaus, I’d been investigating the Spectral Singer long before the book that began our current adventure came into my possession. I’d discovered other resources that connected four symbols to her, symbols which the book confirms belonged at one point to the Four who served as something similar to bodyguards. After some digging around online, I managed to discover that, including myself, there were three guaranteed living trolls bearing the same symbol, and, hoping to learn something new, I managed to arrange a meeting between the three of us. It took a bit of work to get in contact with Krisof, but eventually, Krisof, Cabryn Caensi (who I believe you’ve met, yes?), and yours truly met up at our chosen location…”

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ROAD TRIP!

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==> Be the Historian. 

> You're waiting outside your hive impatiently. You'd hoped to begin this excursion before now, but a few things came up on both your end and that of others, and now that it's finally time to go, you're a bundle of nerves. Granted, summer seems to be taking a particularly long time to slip away this sweep, but you may have to cross some treacherous terrain, and doing so in winter worries you almost as much as the dangers of your actual destination. 

> But finally, you've finished packing up everything you think you might need, you've informed everyone who might need to know of your coming journey, and you've left Swandad with a fairly significant stock of food (not that your lusus can't take care of himself - far from it - but you are a notorious worrier and it takes the edge off your anxieties), and as far as you know, your companions will have sorted everything out on their ends, as well.

> Which is why you're waiting outside with your packed bags (a backpack stuffed uncomfortably full with just about everything you can think of needing, and a secure leather bag slung over your shoulder in which a few relevant books are tucked in next to the collection of writings and artistic recreations that you've come to think of as Dustin's Journal). All that's left is to meet up here with your Compatible and with Krisof, and then the three of you should be off. 

> Unless something comes up. Which it probably will, but you THINK you've prepared for everything. 

> Then again, maybe you...No, no, your backpack is full enough as is, and you've got a long way to go, you're just overthinking...Blast, where are they? 

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krisof and aerven are both sophomores in college even though krisof's a couple years older because he graduated high school two years late 

(He's not very good at traditional academia, so Aerven helps tutor him since they have a lot of the same classes)

Aerven comes from a very posh French family and his mother has issues with the fact that her son is dating a young man who sometimes shows up in a skirt but his dad is totally fine with it 

Krisof's father is German, but immigrated to America, and Krisof himself is first generation American; his parents got divorced for a variety of reasons when he was younger 

His dad actually served in the military with IV's dad who I'll talk about later but they're old friends, and Krisof and IV have an awkward almost-family relationship where they don't really like each other all that much and they don't interact well but they know they can rely on each other in a pinch (IV used to help Krisof with homework when they were still in high school) 

Aerven wants to be a historian ofc that much hasn't changed, and Krisof hasn't decided what he wants to do yet but he knows he would like to see more of the world

he's not sure college is the right place for him to be and considers dropping out a lot but his dad puts a lot of pressure on him so he keeps going because he wants to make his dad proud : (

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at this rate krisof's never gonna get this hive built

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Kistof,, what happened with the someone in the past if you don't mind sharing?

KRISOF: Er, well, it’s…..*Sighs* it’s not just one Story, and none of the ones I have are particularly happy.

KRISOF: Ever since I was young, Bisondad was always very concerned with my physical Strength, probably because he wanted to ensure that I could protect myself. He may have done so a bit too well, however. 

KRISOF: I’ve met a lot of good Friends in my Travels, but unfortunately, I learned to mind myself around them the hard Way…There was one good Man whose Hand I accidentally crushed. He recovered, and the next Time I saw him he bore me no ill Will, but his Hand never did quite work the same, and was always a bit oddly shaped.

KRISOF: Another Friend I accidentally sent to the Hospital with injured Ribs, and that’s why I never hug people tightly anymore, I’m too worried about what might happen.

KRISOF: The other Incidents are thankfully less tragic; broken Furniture here and there, one or two Bruises…

KRISOF: It’s never something that I intend to happen! But it does make some Things difficult, and I always worry that I’ll slip up and forget to be mindful, and that something really awful could happen…

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∩ Kistof

Krisof: I suppose it’s a bit silly, but I’ve always been a bit unnerved by Rats and Mice. 

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KRISOF: I always worry that I’ll accidentally hurt someone. It’s happened in the Past, and I always fret that I’ll forget to be mindful and let it happen again…

TIRI: I always worry that I’m never gonna see anything else. That this bloody ice is all there is for me. It’s why I’m so set on getting the hell out I mean c’mon you’d be worried too if all there was everywhere is friggin WHITE STUFF

IV: mother

fuckin

HEIGHTS