"Welp. It's time to set my bedroom on fire and walk away. No way in hell I'm gonna be able to rest soundly in there for the morning."
=> Of all the bugs that could have been. Why did it have to be...
=> That One.
=> Ugh.
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"Welp. It's time to set my bedroom on fire and walk away. No way in hell I'm gonna be able to rest soundly in there for the morning."
=> Of all the bugs that could have been. Why did it have to be...
=> That One.
=> Ugh.
=> You walk down a slightly worn path, careful not to kick any rocks or other debris as you go. Making noise around the forests of Blackstone would not be the most beneficial- drawing too much attention.
=> Something different is out here. More different from the usual malicious spirits and fae causing tourists to go missing or fueling the fireside ghost stories. You came across it before, having to retreat because you were not ready for a fight.
=> This time is different, however. Slung over your shoulder is one of your old, trusty hunting rifles to serve as your defense- and a focus. Should the threat be less mundane than you thought.
=> The only thing is... you thought you were otherwise alone out here. There was some rustling ahead, and sure enough- it's another troll. Or what appears to be one, anyway. It doesn't feel like an imposter.
"Hey."
=> You speak out.
"Are you lost, pal? Did you not listen to like, any of the warnings from trolls in town telling you not to go out in the woods?"
Quilis if Ulisse wasn't such a shithead would you think he was hot or is that too weird
"..."
"That's weird. Don't ask me that."
=> For the record, Ulisse is not their type.
Quilis are you doing your best to become a one-woman band. Gonna annoy Nacre back with your Sick Tunes?
"I mean. I kind of already am one. Have you seen the collection of instruments I have around?"
"But no, I'm not trying to annoy her back with them. Or with anything. Because that's what she wants."
"I don't know why she's trying to bother me, but it's whatever. Harmless."
Quilis, how do you know Jezzel? Old friend of yours?
"Hm?"
"Oh, nah. I met her like last perigee. We talked over coffee in town."
So, Quilis, on a scale of 1 to hilarious, how are you feeling about causing confusion and disarray among the rich boys and Hazard?
"Mmh."
"Complicated. It was funny- if also stupid, come to think of it. I've been trying to draw less attention to myself and this stunt wasn't really conducive to that, no?"
"Plus. I probably just made shit difficult for Mùirne. Don't need them hating me, too."
What do you mean not important, Quilis? Sounds important to me, and a nice thing to do. Poor Nyxtra doesn’t need her heart crushed again like that guy did to her. You’re a good friend.
"I mean, sure- she really doesn't need that. What with recent bullshit and previous heartbreak."
"But I say it's not important because I don't think anything's gonna happen. And that Nyx, ultimately, will be fine. She's remarkably resilient."
"I'm more worried about the next schmuck that tries anything with her."
Staying in for 12th perigee’s this time, Quilis? Maybe cuddling up with Jellie and a nice book or something?
"What?"
"... No, I was going to the ball. Nyxtra wanted to go out, so I said I'd go with her. Mostly to keep an eye on her, but that's not really important."
=> Not to say Nyxtra will do anything dangerous, but she knows how that woman can get sometimes.
=> Which is to say, a bit gullible. But generally, she knows Nyxtra can handle herself.
"I don't feel like dressing on theme, though. So I'm hoping to just be relegated to the background."
"Usually works out for me."