#troublemqkers

[thetachonisboy]

77 or 49 for the wrapped meme!

[ @troublemqkers | from thjazi! ]

Number 77 for Eternity (secondary option of 49)

They’d gotten lucky with finding this hiding place. Occtis heard the heavy panting breaths slowly coming down as they recollected here in the cavernous area they discovered in their sprint away, yet his own chest remained still, unmoving. Occtis imagined the Underworld to be different from what it turned out to be. There were so many souls trapped here, and so many– so many– of them obeyed Tachonis command. It was neither peaceful nor quiet, and it seemed that even in death, there was little rest.

Occtis took a glance outside the small cave entrance, scanning the horizon for any sign of the rest of his group. In the desperate run away, they had gotten separated. He remembered they had agreed upon a meeting point, but first priority was making sure they hadn’t been followed. The coast looked clear, but that meant no sign of the others, and Occtis felt that familiar pull of worry, yet he tried as best as he could to shove it down. The necromancer turned away from the entrance and asked, “are– are you okay?” A pause. "I... think we'll be good to recollect here before moving on."

Thjazi looked the same as Occtis remembered during the funeral at Hal’s that felt so long ago now. He didn’t know how he looked to the orc, what features of when he was a child, pushed aside and alone, reflected in his face now. He didn’t know if Thjazi would catch the signs of how much Occtis had changed.

Down here, in the Underworld, Occtis was terrified. It was his family’s domain, and while he was no longer of the living, Occtis knew he was not welcomed here, but things need to be dealt with. His family needed to be stopped. And coming across Thjazi Fang might just be the first good sign they had gotten since arriving.

"It's good to see you."

[4zune]

@troublemqkers gets a post episode 25 starter

IT FEELS AS IF THE WEIGHT OF THE DAY FALLS ON HIM THE MOMENT THE BACK OF HIS LEGS TOUCH THE COUCH. for a split second he tries to keep himself upright, wanting to avoid staining bolaire's furniture with blood. but when he looks at his hands he remembers someone-murray or bolaire but their bright red hair is blending into one-removed any traces of it with prestidigitation. any traces of mayali being back in his arms removed with a flick of a hand, except he's shaking like that night from a few days ago.

a deep tiredness settles in his bones, and even though it will never be as bad as that day when he was holding mayali's hand leaving his home behind, it's terribly similar. azune takes a deep breath and for a second, when his eyes flicker upwards, he thinks thjazi is standing in front of him instead of hal. “ i'm sorry. ” the words tumble out of his mouth. he's sorry he's of no use to them like this. sorry to put this again on hal's plate after last night's outburst. sorry he still takes and takes, and when it matters most he can't really offer the same in return. sorry he never spoke about mayali. to anyone. as if that would've willed a different future for her. sorry to do it here, in the same place they learned bolaire's secret, and another older sister made her appearance.

“ i-i think bolaire's spell is wearing off. ” he thinks it's worn off a long time now, when filoneus took out his wrath on the last assassin. but he has no other words right now to describe his breath picking up again.

[sirdavinos]

@troublemqkers | from here

If Julien didn't have a reason to hate magic before the attack on the Palazzo, the universe seems to be using these past few days to make up for lost time. His home, his family, now he's not even safe from his own shadow. Of all the deaths he's had to witness recently why did it have to be Thjazi Fang that attached himself to him?

He's been in enough battles to recognise the adrenaline rush associated with fight or flight. His rapier is in his right hand, the other flexes his demi-gauntlet. But how is he supposed to do either when the enemy is his own shadow? " I always knew you were sick and twisted. This is on another level, even for you. " He spits out through gritted teeth. His voice so full of disdain he hardly recognises it. He walks closer to the wall. His eyes squint as he tries to make out Thjazi's features in the silhouette. " Why? Why me? Did this curse leave you no choice or are you that petty that you'd rather torment me than revisit those that actually tolerated your bullshit? "

[criticalstories]

@troublemqkers - asked for a Winter‘s Crest present There was an eager glow to her wings, gold and brilliant compared to the whiteish light she usually tried to keep contained whenever they were on one of their missions but today there was no occasion to keep herself contained as she barely hovered an item several times her size close to the floor. The Faerie of the Golden Orchard gave her a few odd stares but none of them truly seemed to care what Thimble got up to but they didn‘t offer any help either. So, the parcel took some damage as she vaulted it up the stairs of the Royce household towards the quarters that had been assigned to Aranessa and Thjazi. She only hoped the stubborn orc was there as per her request and hadn‘t grown restless as he did so many times. Thimble could feel it. He wasn‘t comfortable within the large Manor House of the noble family she‘d served for so many years already. When Thimble made it up the walkway she froze mid air, plummeting a little dragged down by the weight of her gift. „Thjazi!“ She called. „Open up I can‘t fit through the window.!“ She obviously could but there was a chance that her gift would drag her down faster then she could fly up. Thimble flew against the door a few times, creating the sound of knocking. „Come on, this is important.“

[aramans]

"god, i feel like shit."

[ @troublemqkers | from thjazi, to zeph, perhaps? >.> ]

@troublemqkers , thjazi & zeph

TEAL HANDS HOVER OVER HIS WOUND, her fingertips shifting to a darker blue color as if containing the night sky, as a sparkling void slips from them, directly covering his wound. “ 'm workin' on that, ” zeph grunts as the source of his pain persists. at least, for now, it will be kept from worsening further. “ something is blocking the tissue from fully healing—need to try again later. my best bets are poison or necrotic energy. ” she huffs out, redressing the wound with clean bandages. “ so, who did the great thjazi fang piss off now? ” that answer might get her closer to finding a way to heal him properly.

[thetachonisboy]

you were not born with venom in your veins.

[ @troublemqkers | from hal! ]

Fidgeting hands stilled as Occtis paused, processing. He stared ahead of him, unblinking and thinking.

Of course he had been. His family– his father. It had to be something biological. Something in their blood, flowing or otherwise. No matter how hard Occtis tried to separate himself from them, no matter how many times he had been pushed aside or ignored, he still was a Tachonis. Still was a monster. And the recent events only amplified that.

He could try, and he could try so hard, but he knew nothing would work. He couldn’t escape his name as much as he couldn’t escape his ever-hunting family. A predator was still that, no matter how weak.

The young mage shook his head. Occtis raised his eyes to meet Hal's.“I was. Centuries, generations... venom has passed through my family. It would not skip me."

[thetachonisboy]

you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.

[ @troublemqkers | from thjazi! ]

“You have a lot of confidence in us.” Occtis glanced to the side as he spoke, checking both ends of the hallway. It was a risk coming here, but he had prepared with some Disguise Self and the occasional Charm Person, yet he was one of the few to know the general layout of the prison, and with the Revolutionary Guard on their team busy, the role here had fallen to him.

His hands nervously fidgeted– what if he regretted this? What if this was the wrong choice? But then he remembered how Thjazi treated him, how different Thjazi was from all that Occtis had known for a very long time, and he knew this couldn’t possibly be the wrong choice. They were going to help Thjazi, to get him out of this mess Occtis’s own family had helped to put him in.

Beyond all that, there were so many things here that could go wrong. So many things, and it was Thjazi facing down death. A man who, as Occtis was learning, meant a lot to many, many people. Occtis wondered, for just a moment, how different he looked to Thjazi, after all these years. There were more important things than thinking about that, though. “I don’t– I don’t have a lot of time before the next patrol.” Unless they’ve changed it since he left for school. “But you know the plan now, as much as I do, at- at least.”

“And… you’re alright? They’re treating you okay in here?”

[thetachonisboy]

so much for laying low.

[ @troublemqkers | from hal! ]

“I know, I know.” Occtis hadn’t intended for things to go the way they had. They’d been trying to pull off one last thing before leaving the city. A simple, quick stop by the Penteveral in magic disguises and everything. Of course, they had to run into one of the Revolutionary Guard with Detect Magic up and the whole thing went to chaos.

They had made a run for it, Occtis didn’t even know where Thaisha was, he was almost out of spells, slightly injured, and he didn’t even make it to the Penteveral to get what he needed for a longer, possibly never-ending trip. He did manage to throw off the trail of the guard and make it to one of the only places he knew he could go: right back to Hal’s.

He huffed, frustrated more with himself than anything. Going in the first place had been a bad idea, but there were a few things he needed that he didn’t have, but now, it didn’t seem worth it. Occtis wondered if his family had heard he was still in the city or not, which only added to the danger and the need to get out.

“I’m sorry.”