#seraph ic

[neurotic-symbiotic]

𝆗 I envy trolls who still have their Lusus. It’s rather comforting to have something waiting for you back Hive. Without the hassle of quadrants to deal with. 𝆘

[neurotic-symbiotic]

I’m Just The Messenger (Open)

(adopt by @/metzer)

There's not a moment where you doubt your existence is just a running joke for some higher power. Even as you stand beneath the vast stretch of sky, bathed in the lights of the towering noble architecture of the city, there's something wrong here. It's more then the feeling of being out of place. It's that lack of purpose that deems your self worth equivalent to the deeds you do and the work that is done in another's name. You're an entity that was given a second chance. Barely able to call yourself a troll let alone a being with free will. But it be like that sometimes.

You run on a mixture of purple blood that just fucks with your thinkpan. All this rage and unprovoked hostility has made it hard to focus. It makes it even harder to reestablish yourself into society and seem 'normal'. But were you ever normal? Having lost the identity you once held, remembering your new name is still a tricky act. Even as you venture out during the evening hours with a new task at hand you wonder what obstacles are going to come your way this time.

Taking a breather to catch yourself up on what your goal was tonight. Pick up some parts, deliver a message to a certain 'jade' on the other side of town and pick up some coffee on the way back. Easy, simple enough.

Noticing the odd looks and shifty gazes thrown your way. You aren't looking for a fight. Keeping your head low and your guard up, you near the first objective on your list. Pick up some gear from a seedy looking troll from the back of an even seedier looking scuttlebuggy.

[neurotic-symbiotic]

“I think it’s in my best interest to find a new profession that doesn’t include me being an at will errand boy and test subject. And most certainly not for a troll who thinks wiping themselves down with a moist towelette counts as a bath.”

“But then there is the small factor of the detonator...”

[neurotic-symbiotic]

“I wish I could have my memory banks wiped clean. There’s some things a troll isn’t meant to remember. Not that I have much to forget.”

[neurotic-symbiotic]

“I need some validation. It’s perfectly fine eating cereal with ice cubes. It has that extra crunch.”

[neurotic-symbiotic]

𝆗 Ever have that nagging feeling of being watched? Just that odd sense someone listening to your every word? I’ve heard the regime is always watching but I might be paranoid.  𝆘